Art Fiction: Landscape At Twlight (By: Vincent Van Gogh)

Patrizia loved watching that man on the side of the road staring at his castle at twilight and taking notes.

For her young age it wasn't impossible to reach that strange man and ask what he was looking for.

One day he saw that man painting something, she opened her window and saw that the day was dying such as the flowers swallowed up by the darkness. The mas was disappeared but she could distinctly hear the sound of his footsteps on the gravel, she closed her eyes and started to paint like the strange man with a straw hat, the window was still open, the wind frozen, she covered her face with her tiny hands and  then the last ray of light warmed her face.