The beginning

Kathleen had spent the entire day in the hospital, her thoughts a turbulent mix of worry and reflection. The sterile white walls and the relentless ticking of the clock which seem to only exist in her mind stretched the hours into an interminable expanse. She paced the narrow confines of the room, unable to distract herself from her inner turmoil.

As evening approached, the view from the small hospital window transformed into a breathtaking canvas of crimson twilight, painting the sky with strokes of red, orange, and gold. Drawn to the beauty outside, Kathleen stood by the window, the cool air contrasting with the sterile environment within.

The fiery colors deepened into rich, velvety shades as stars began to punctuate the darkening sky. The hospital seemed to hold its breath, and Kathleen found herself breathing more steadily. The day's endless hours faded into the background, and in the quiet majesty of the crimson night, she found a semblance of clarity.