Reflections

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

The orange path of light hit the cliff. There was a tier without a reason. Mostly the overwhelming of it all. 

The tier left her cheek with a gust of wind. Over the cliff, the tier turned orange and then pink and then yellow. 

Guided by the wind the tier changed colours until it was night and right over the reflection of a star. The wind let it drop back to the ocean.