The trees decided to photobomb the sunset’s big moment.

The branches stretched upward like dark veins against the glowing sky. The sun blazed through their delicate framework, as if seeking refuge before its final descent. I stood there, captivated by the interplay of light and shadow—a masterpiece painted by nature itself. The air felt sharp yet comforting, carrying with it a faint scent of dry earth and distant blooms. This was not just a sunset; it was a fleeting moment where time seemed to fold in on itself. The trees stood as silent witnesses to this quiet grandeur, their stillness amplifying the drama of light slipping away.