I’ve been visiting my friend in her studio as she sews. Our conversation is easy with give-and-take. As I leave, the evening is still. The temperature lingers just above freezing. She tells me to look up, and I do. The sunset paints the sky with pinks and oranges layered like ribbon candy, setting deep shadows on neighborhood homes. The noises of traffic and holiday shoppers have disappeared, leaving only the calm and peaceful silence. My friend waves good-bye. I miss her already.