Reflections

She sat on the bench beside the cliff. The wind blew softly as the sun began to set over the sea.

An orange path of light stretched across the cliff. A tear fell without reason—only the weight of everything at once.

Lifted by a gust of wind, the tear left her cheek. Over the edge, it shifted from orange to pink, then to yellow.

Carried by the wind, the tear continued changing color until night arrived, drifting beneath the reflection of a star.

Then the wind released it, and it fell back into the ocean.