the sky is a glowing light blue-gray color
the last remnants of sunshine are bouncing
off the backs of the mountains surrounding the valley
there are two paths in opposite directions
tentative bright white lights of lover pairs go West
they shine and dance around each other
arms-length red lights of lover pairs go East
they commute and signal amongst the crowd
the muted reds and dazzling whites watch the other
pitying their counterparts for lack of insight
solemn and solitary yellow lights stand guard over all
all of them glimmer with intrinsic liveliness of varying degrees
the sky is now a transparent dark blue in front of endless black