The lake is calm, the trees are quiet, and the grasses are sitting still.
“It is not windy today,” said the man resting at the end of the dock.
His slippers are placed beside him, his faded blue jeans are rolled up, and his feet are touching the water.
“What should I do?” The man asked himself, followed by a deep sigh. He was staring at the splashing water as he sways his feet.
He looked up. His eyes twitched as the sky’s color started to change.
He stood up and wore his slippers. He looked at the sunset one last time.
“It’ll rise again tomorrow,” he said before turning and walking away.