The sky had never looked so amazing. The sexy reds and oranges mingled with the yellow to form a gradient of a colour that should, by all rights, have its own name. Coupled with the blues, indigos and purples somewhere in the distance, where it had already turned dark, it was quite the soul-stirring sight.
It was the kind of scene to bring a poet to his knees; a sprinter to a halt; an atheist to sing odes. It was the kind of scene that some people dreamed of seeing, just to have the pleasure of describing the magnificence to their children someday.
Lucy sat right in front of it, and saw none of it. She was perched on a rock that overlooked gently lapping waves in the low tide. But she wasn’t looking at the sea. Heck, she hadn’t even wanted to come to the beach in the first place, having been forced out of the air-conditioned, wi-fi-equipped comfort of her room.
Who cared about surroundings and all that nonsense? In her opinion, there were more riveting things to look at, like this new gallery she’d just come across, a scene featuring a black sky, with white, rebellious clouds, and the last, feeble rays of a rapidly-setting sun, whose feeble colour reflected slightly on the ocean ripples below it. Beautiful. She had always credited herself for her appreciation of nature.
“This can be my new wallpaper,” she said to herself. It was as simple as a touch of the ‘download’ button. That was all; she now had a whole sunset within reach, on seven inches of a sophisticated screen.
The sky was almost fully dark now.
A gentle gust of wind attempted to invite her to look up – a last chance to catch a glorious glimpse. Lucy felt it, and flipped her hair back to how it was before the stupid wind had blown it in her face. “Ugh, I can’t stand it out here anymore,” she thought, scared of the wind blowing ocean mist; scared that the water might get in her device and spoil the charger port or earphone jack. She picked up her tablet and went inside.
By this time, it was fully dark.
Somewhere in heaven, a spirit watched the whole episode, then said morosely to no-one in particular, “God, You used to be a best-selling artist.”