long, dark bands accompanied the smooth quiet movements of the essence, that the sunset was running down the street. A gentle breeze stirred the branches of small apple trees right of the road and, together the long shadows of the essence for a scary game beautiful light of the setting sun. He looked at the horizon. Milky clouds were the last Sonnenröte seem dull, a soft orange been easy to blue and white splendor of the sky followed by a relentless gray of the coming night.
He smiled into the sky. His eyes lit up slightly and he was happy in this moment. Shortly after his face was back to a quiescent cold, melancholic mask. He disappeared quickly into his apartment.
