Abracadabra

I got out of work a bit later than usually and when I reached the grocery store dusk presided over the night. By the time I stepped out of the store, the sun had already migrated west and the sky above me was the darkest of blue. Over the city, to the west, though it was pastel-gentle pale blue, and in between, oh, in between the diapason of colour brought tears to my eyes. Only once in my life have I seen eyes of that dense dark blue colour and they looked at me with such indescribable intensity I fell in love immediately and almost fatally.