Voices+-+Sky

=Sky =  Sitting on top of a cement brick underneath the basketball hoop she gazed at the setting sun admiring the dashes of colour dancing in the sky. It was six 0'clock in the evening and she had to kill time before her car arrived to take her horne. She noticed that some birds flew past the sun. It looked like a scene that would have been aired on the Nation Geographic Channel. She thought that it was beautiful. It was more beautiful than any ballet dance, more beautiful than any white lotus, more beautiful than Venus herself.
 * Nisha**

As all the other cars flashed on by she sat alone in the back of the car reading a book. A sudden flash of orange distracted her from her reading and forced her to look up at the sky. The sun was a huge ball surrounded by large flames in the sky. Impressive, she thought, though the sun wasn't a masterpiece to look at. She just glanced at the huge ball now descending from its bounce and then went back to reading her book.
 * Nisha's Mother**

Sweat was streaming down his face and his muscle- tee was drenched in sweat. He had just ran three miles and already felt tired. It was natural, by now he wouldn't even be breaking a sweat. Maybe it was because of the light, it was starting to become dark ·and he could see the sunset. He stopped running and stood in place to watch the sun falling into the center of the earth, preparing to burst out again with a dazzling array of warm colours. Though this sunset wasn't like all the others he had seen. This sunset was something different. It was a lost Da Vinici painting that was beautiful, yet never looked by any other person's eyes except for its creator. He couldn't stop running. This was a first.
 * Character**