Rocky Mountains.

Claire sat on the very edge of a rocky mountain, her legs dangling in the air, her hair whipping her back as the wind blew south. She had no emotion on her face as her light cyan blue eyes peered over valleys of mountains. She looked down past her dangling legs and her eyes scanned around. It was a very far drop. The ground looked puny beneath her feet. She then looked back up, just able to see the sun about to dip behind the mountains that were further away. She hadn't noticed how the sky turned to a mango orange, when it had been blue not too long ago. The yellow sun was a mere second away from slipping away, and Claire outstretched her arm out forward, her hand wide open. She closed her fist, grasping nothing but the air right as the sun went down, the sun now replaced by her closed fist. She sighed heavily, and let her hand drop into her lap.