The warm rays of the setting sun paint the world pink. They soften and muffle everything bright, flashy, vain. Like a warm blanket, the reddish sun envelops everything around, putting it into peace and sleep. Pinkish reflections fall on waves, rocks, windows of houses, faces of passers-by. No one is in a hurry, there is silence and a pinkish glow everywhere. The world is immersed in the magic of the night.