The sun was a red shade of warm on a quiet evening in the month of April. The sun beams struck down innocent angels of teenage adolescence at the rate of which their faces drew- closer and closer, death upon death. It was amazing to see so much (but death had undone so many) in a field upon an evening in April, but the constant swing within the fringes of adolescency and adulthood is one in which death is naught but casual. Curiosity is the young adult plaything- a divine instrument only of which a Prometheus-esque being is burning in torment over, as a result of. So as that Prometheus lamented in the fiery drums of divine torture, a pair of young doves were shedding their innocence like their clothes upon the grassy green. They may love now, but the possibility of it leaving at the stroke of dawn is high. Noticing this, they love until dawn- waking into the sunrise of a new life as one being. It was a new emotion. It was new to him- he had never felt it before. Dare it be said- he was scared and afraid that it would leave. He did not feel the kind of fear one feels when they witness a family member cry or hurt; but the kind of fear one feels when they see or experience a truly remarkable event- one so remarkable that it questions the viewer and makes them feel that what they are seeing is breaking the code of the universe: it scares them because what they see does not correspond with what they know, with what they feel. It's like witnessing a fish fly out of water and into the sky; it makes you feel that what you just saw, was something that you were not supposed to see- not because of some rule instilled into your brain by some outside influence, but because of some divine, innate and instinctual law that equals the curves created by the ebb and flow of the basic foundational universe. The sun rose, higher and higher. It screamed colorful vulgarities of hues- hues of every color. Of reds, greens, blues, yellows- hues of every color uninmagined. The sun rose and peaked in the middle of the sky, reveling in its' brazen brilliancy. The sun rose. It was then, that in the middle of a field upon a lukewarm day in April that our main character stepped forward from the confusion of adolescency into the illuminated darkness of maturity; forever would he stand there until he would see his last sun sink down below the visages of an unaltered life.