One of my favorite places in Texas is a small overlook situated next to the famous Pennybacker Bridge, where you can see the entirety of the sprawling city of Austin. My family often used to go there when I was younger, and one of my good friends said that the skies over the cityscape at sunset always looked like liquid gold. I wanted to write a piece that would capture those nights when I would watch the sun dip below the horizon in the town that I call home. Sunsets are transitionary. They are so often regarded as the end of a chapter that they are overlooked as the beginning of something new. While those liquid gold skies have stayed the same all these years, their meaning evolves as I do. What used to mean nothing more than the conclusion to a long day now gives me hope and drive for what tomorrow will bring.