Journal Entry: Sunsets

My journal ideas said that a sunset is virtually impossible to describe. Guess what this story is about?

Hortie had always thought she would fall for a Deaf man. She knew it. She figured they would never tease her fro her weird sounding name; she knew they never would tell her that her singing was bad, even in the shower.
She never thought she would have fallen for a man who was blind. Robert Banks was everyone a single woman at her age would have hoped for. He had finished high school early, he played on the only sports team offered to him, goalball. He ran daily and read and spoke three different languages. He played the guiltar to calm himself on rainy days when the thunder confused him and made his dog anxious.
They worked together for a strong five years at the Deaf and Blind school in varying capacities. Working together was a bad description--they were separate buildings but their concerns and comrades were the same. They saw each other almost daily. She admired him and his drive.
She gave a small laugh when had asked her to 'see' a movie. The irony of the statment made him quip, "it's okay, I've used that pick-up line on several ladies and you were the first to get the joke."
She was smitten all of a sudden.
They datged off and on for several months when another rainstorm yelled across the Front Range. When the water stopped dropping, she stated she needed to get out and feel the cleaniness.
He had no idea, but since she was the only one who could drive, he concurred after a quick stop for warm coffees.
She found them a decent rock facing west high on the hill and smiled.
"You're smiling, it's good to hear," he mentioned.
"Haven't I been lately?"
"I think you might be asking the wrong person, don't cha think?"
Her smile broadened.
In the silence, she moved closer.
"It's sunset, your favorite time."
"It is."
"They say it's impossible to describe a sunset."
"I've heard that."
"Can you desribe it for me? I'd like to know why it's so important for you."
He sensed her tense. It was not out of fear of asking her to do something so esoteric. It was because she did not consider herself a poet.
She paused.
Then she put her arm around the blind boyfriend and pulled him tight to her.
"Thanks for doing that," he said,"I think I get it."
She did not let go until sometime later.