The Sunset I Just Realised
By Xintong H
When I stroll through the front door
There is no mother pestering me.
Telling me I’m eating as slow as a sloth
And I have to study soon.
No countdown on my calendar
Until the Selective High School Test.
I’m lost
I don’t know what to do.
My homework-less study desk
Seems clean for the first time.
Instead, I take out a book sitting on the shelf
As dusty as my childhood album.
I sit on the couch, positioned comfortably on the balcony
It’s as soft as cotton candy but as tough as metal.
It has survived all the seasons so far
Summer, autumn, winter, spring and summer again.
Colour sneaks into the sky, creating a gradient artwork
As bright as a peacock showing off its feathers.
But the confidence of the peacock slowly dims
Before a shower of white specks blankets the sky.