Self Annihilation

Driving down to Frankfurt from Essen, it was roughly around 5 pm and the sun was setting. Evening comes quickly in the winter, draping everything in a smothering blanket of inky darkness. It makes you feel like a insomniac at 6 pm, a wandering zombie stuck between waking and sleeping. The sunsets however, are...something else. The tell-tale purple fringe was clearly visible over the trees, at this point nothing more than dark skeletons, their bare and dessicated arms scratching at the clouds. Behind them, the sky was on fire, bright yellow fury, held back by a cage of branches. For several minutes, the display was blocked, held at bay by its wooden gaol and the foreboding, quadratic silhouettes of buildings. Then, in a moment, all obstructions disappeared. The sun had set further, turning what was once bright flame into liquid gold. The color filled the sky, it seemed to consume everything in my field of vision.

Seconds and eternity switched places incessantly. There was no thought, no contemplation, no heartache, no happiness, no yearning.  Bathed in the liquid crepusular light, it was blissful obliteration. Nothingness, dissolved and dispersed. I was nothing.

I was violently pulled back to the mundane when trees once more sought to rob me of the view. Realization dawned that  i would have to pay attention to the road. When I was able to glance back, only a sliver of the color was left. The sky had burnt itself out, leaving embers of orange and pink before being overcome by blue and then being swallowed by black.