The sun sinks below the horizon, and the sky alights into a world of oranges and reds. The heat of the afternoon hasn't faded yet but the cool breeze wafting off the river keeps the sting of it at bay. Behind me I hear colors, its slow sad melody accentuated by the piping of the bosun's whistles as the flags on the boats are slowly lowered. A soft smile plays across my features as I stand my post at the end of the pier.