From dawn till dusk

The downside to waking up on the balcony of a Malibu beach house at 6 in the morning is that you might find some strange knocked out guy's hand under your YSL blouse. Other than that and the obvious consequences of drinking an entire bottle of Cointreau, I prefer dawn over dusk. Sunsets have such a melancholic quality to them, they always feel like the inevitable end of something good, like a silent fire ravaging the skies.

I've been afraid of the dark for as long as I can remember, because it reminds me of the fact that nothing lasts forever. Watching the sun set is like watching time turn the beauty of joyful days into memories, and soon enough that's all you'll have left of the life you once lived.

As I made my way home, S called and told me about her cousin. She said that God must hear her prayers and let him live so that they can see each other again soon.

If only...