Story Provided by William Purcell www.lakotawritings.com

The old grey eyes stared, without blinking, straight ahead towards the distant horizon. The clarity of youth had long since deminished and the purity of colour had faded. Now a light milky film of advancing years covered the irises. However, the old grey eyes were still capable of seeing the flaming red disk as the sun slowly descended in the early evening sky. They continued to watch as the great mass of clear blue expanse was gradually turned red by the smouldering red disk as the sun began to sink towards the earth and the light of day was chased away.

Without warning the light winds that blew across the plains suddenly ebbed and died as an errie silence befell the earth so as not to disturb this moment. It then seemed as if the entire world had paused, as if waiting in excited anticipation for the moment, to also bear witness before this most wondrous event. Then across the lands darkness slowly began to fall, spreading out like long tentacles, casting everything before them into the blackness that is night. Story Continues