(hello first time writing kinda nervous1!!!!)

Dusking: the practice of watching daylight turn to darkness as a form of relaxation.

I went dusking every evening at 6:00pm on the dot. I always arrived at the exact moment when the glorious rays of sun dripped over the harbour in hues of gold as that great ball of fire that tirelessly hung above the town finally exited from view and dipped beneath the horizon. As part of a practiced routine, my eyes would trace the path of the sun as it waved goodbye to the Earth and went to sleep. I'd set myself up on the jetty extending out into the deep blue, swinging my legs out and paying no mind to the tickle of the sea spray I receive in return. Then, my favourite part: the rising of the moon.

I know, you must be thinking, "You can already see the moon before the sun sets! What's the big deal?" You might not understand. It'll take a while to explain, and even then, you may not comprehend it. I can already see the imaginary hours fly by as I sit here and write about all the events leading up to the sudden strike of this love of mine that is indescribable and incomparable.


But, you never know unless you try, right?