THE PHENOMENON

Sitting on the trampled, rough and dry carpet of grass, I was staring up to the sky, observing the setting of the sun, behind the distant horizon, which cast veil of slight darkness over the entire space. It was twilight. I could see the silhouette of the dark canopies of the boulevards, set against the backdrop of the marmalade evening sky.  Aerial characters, probably, were in flight for their nests. And they were in hurry that I could see only dark forms zoom across the mid-sky. The surroundings of the field where I lay seem to be in perfect compliance with the approaching phenomenon; they appeared to surrender their original colours to the only dominating colour of the time. The environment which was slightly dark became darker, and with every run of time, it seems to mature in its hue. Even the white facade of the institutional building appeared a dark shade.  I looked onto my pair of legs. And deceived were my eyes, for they also saw two identical forms of dark matter. Gradually. Very gradually it happened. The night.