Peace and tranquility define the ocean shore as it glows magically under the setting sun. The gentle waves sparkle like ripples of crimson satin in a princess's gown, exuding sheer beauty and elegance.

An explosion of gold adorns the heart of pink and purple hues that paint the sky like a canvas in the hands of a brilliant artist. The sight is breathtaking. Hopeful. Full of joy.

People think that sunsets are sad but I don't. Sunsets are cheerful. A hope for a tomorrow. You know the coming darkness will end and the birth of a new dawn will follow. That's how I feel Everytime I watch it.

Years ago, I used to be alone, watching the palm trees slow-dancing to the silent music of nature's artistry. Embracing one another, and with me, they watch the sun leaving to its secret destination. I envied the palm trees then. They didn't seem lonely as I was.

"Palm trees look happy tonight." A voice whispers in my ear. Her delicate arms loop around my neck and her perfume floats to make my heart flutter.

"They're happy to see you." I grin and rest my face of her soft hand. "I think they're dancing. The way they twist and turn around each other is more like Tango."

She laughs her crystal clear laugh and sits next to me, pulling my arm and hugging it tightly. "No, I think they're cuddling. Actually, two of them are kissing right now, don't look!"

I chuckle and turn to gaze upon her beauty. The dream I never thought that I could have one day. "I can't look anywhere when you're here with me."

"Why?" She asks. "Am I blocking the view? Oh no, am I getting too fat?" She strokes her slightly swollen belly.

"No, Love. It's because you're the most breathtaking view I've ever seen," I say, expecting her reply.

"Even with the baby bump?" She juts her lips in a childish expression.

"Especially with the baby bump." I pass my hand gently across her pregnant belly. My baby. Our baby.  The hopeful future.

We sit there for a long time, gazing upon the luminescent sunset as the bright colors begin to darken and fade into the blue, promising us a shining new day. Tomorrow.

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Descriptive piece written for the contest by Skipper_019