You wander out onto a rocky outcropping along the creek and realize I’m already at the end watching the sunset. I’m clearly oblivious to your presence, simply absorbing the beauty of the sun reflecting off the water as it slowly descends. You’ve decided to watch as I dangle a sandal off my stocking feet before letting it drop so I can stretch my toes. The patterns in the stockings stretch as my toes do. You’re torn between watching in silence as music from a nearby boat plays, or approaching me.