Sunset Musings & Piano Adventures

Sitting by the window, I watched the sun set. The beautiful transition is so mesmerizing that it leaves a lasting impression and it never gets old. As the sun starts to descend, the sky that was illuminated by the sunlight gets darker and darker, an array of colors appear widespread across the sky that slowly blend together, creating a beautiful shade. The air gets colder and colder as the sun descends. The cooling air gently caresses my face, reminding me of a mother's touch. The air picks up its pace, the wind blows through my hair, causing my scalp to cool down and my hair to blow and twist in a random way. The last light of the day sheds light on the birds returning to their homes.

The atmosphere now becomes chilly, the cold biting my shoulders. It's time to shut the window and close the curtains. The grandfather clock's loud 'dong' echoed in the room. It was 6:00 pm in the evening. Going around the house, I let down the curtains over the now closed windows. Done with that, I sat on the couch where my younger sister was watching a movie, or maybe it was a show. The closing credits were playing when I asked my sister what she was up to. Facing me, she asked to learn to play the piano and for me to accompany her on this learning journey. I guessed she was watching something related to the piano and got inspired by it. I also wanted to learn piano. It really seemed interesting, so I agreed. My younger sister hopped out of my sight, leaving her to her thoughts. I focused on the task at hand.

Taking out my phone, I searched for a beginner course. Surfing through, I found something that caught my attention and clicked on it. I decided to head to the storage room, where the piano was kept; it was my younger brother's birthday gift. It was nowhere near a professional piano, just a metallic silver electric piano. At this moment, I was really thankful for the regular cleaning in the house, or this piano would have been buried in layers of dust. Grabbing it, I brought it back in the living room. Getting comfortable, I began my learning journey.

Two hours had passed, and in these two hours, I had learned to read music scores and play any music by reading the score. Trying a few simple scores on the piano filled the room with beautiful tones. My grandma and mom joined me in the living room. I played Beethoven, and it took me three tries to get it right. I was happy with the result of my learning journey; it wasn't enough to become a professional, but I was happy with it. The silent support of my mom and grandma really made my day. Hugging both of them, I went to find my wayward sister after putting the piano back in the storage room.

Heading to her room, I knocked on the door before pushing it open. There she was, lying on the bed with a phone in one hand and a large bag of crisps in another. Jumbo headphones covered her little ears as she was lost in the screen. With a few long strides, I reached her, pulling the headphones off. I watched as her attention snapped to me, and seeing her face twist to shout but stopped after seeing it was me. Fixing her with a glare, I asked in a tone full of sarcasm what happened to her piano learning plan. Giving me a sheepish look, she replied that she will learn later. Huffing in annoyance, I left the room, knowing her "later" will never come. This kind of behavior frustrates me, and it's not because I don't know how to be laid back, but there is a time for everything, and with a lack of motivation, you're just wasting your life. Is it just my siblings, or are all the younger siblings like this?