It was around six when the red tint slowly started to mix with the dark blue of the night sky. A chill of the night started to surround us, as I still reminiscing the light breeze of a summer afternoon and the constant silence that didn't break the peace between us. It has been a while we have been sitting like this, without words, without any kind of sound, only a few chirps of birds from here and there, yet it never swayed the mood of two person with one single line of thought.
There's a lack of verbal communication, yet, we were speaking. I was constantly looking into the eyes, those calm beautiful eyes, that were in pain, afraid yet, surviving, trying and trying, looking at this beautiful sky with respect, and everything that it promises, and just a beautiful sunset to a life. I looked at the hands that held mine, as I have felt for years, frail yet was supporting, trying to give everything that is left within. Listening and ever attentive, this age of childishness has made her more inquisitive, yet the worldly truth and wisdom hasn't left her, averse to all the banter of this new generation on old age.
But, today it was just that I was happy to sit and remember my childhood memories with her, my grandmother.
