Somehow it didn't really matter how the sun set. It was more about when. It was more about the what. This angered me slightly as the sun disappeared over the horizon. He was muttering under his breath, while I stood there and wondered how he could possibly have anything better to think of, anything better to say. Don't get me wrong, I was some sort of exhausted. But the sun was so beautiful, that I couldn't help but wonder why anyone couldn't be staring at the purple clouds and the moon itching to appear.