Collecting Sunsets

There was a quiet boy named Lior who lived in a small mountain village where the days felt

slow but the skies were always beautiful. Every evening, while the adults worked and the children

played, Lior climbed a rocky hill with a glass jar in his hand. He believed he could

collect sunsets—capture the colors, the warmth, the fading light, and keep them for

the days when life felt dim. People laughed at him, saying sunsets were

meant to disappear, not be saved. But Lior kept climbing, kept gathering the glow,

kept filling jar after jar with the memories of days that felt gentle. Years later,

when the village went through a harsh winter and spirits were low, Lior brought out