The sunset still looked good through my teary eyes. The cold hard bench felt just right. “¿Papi, por qué el cielo es así?” From golden light, to orange and then red. That was the thought running through his tiny head.
As the sun sets, a new day begins. Where it goes and whom receives its shine; that is not a matter of mine. It’s darker now and colder too. Moon and stars provide their light; I feel you shiver and hold you tight. Old day for us and new day for them. Waking up, breathing deep; lay down now and rest your head for sleep.