A Few July Evenings by the Lake
The house sits up on a bluff with the lake below it, and a few July evenings running we walked down through the trees to watch the sun go into the water. It's a big lake — no far shore, just a line — so the sun goes all the way down with nothing to stop it.
The evenings didn't repeat. One was hazy and pale, the water flat and almost silver. Another went dark red under a heavy shelf of cloud that sat over the horizon until the sun dropped below its edge. The clearest of them we took from the beach itself, and a gull crossed just as the sun touched the water.
After that there was the fire, and by full dark the fire was the only thing left — loops of sparks going up off it in orange circles.