A/N: Okay, thank you, thank you, thank you! You know who you are! I'll do my very best to implement your suggestions. This is Scenery, Take Two, and I'm going to keep characters in it, maybe just one, but I will focus on writing like I talk and think (which are two very different things, I realize), and NO ELIPSES! Hehehe. It's time for me to explore the other forms of punctuation. LOL!

Here goes:

SCENERY, TAKE TWO

The boy watched the suns set. It wasn't unusual for them to set, or for him to watch them. After all the devastation they caused during the day, watching them go down was actually something quite beautiful. He could look at them now; what was forbidden during the day was allowable now, as his little spot on the planet was now far enough from the twin suns to permit it. The blinding white light they were was now a burning orange, and the sky that was blue before was pink now because of them.

The baked bit of rock and sand beneath his feet crumbled beneath him a little as he adjusted his position. There were places out there where the dirt was brown, dark brown, even wet. Where water formed in pools on the ground, and people even swam in it. Places where water fell from the sky, and some planets that were only water, and the natives could breathe under it. But he didn't care about water. He was a moisture farmer; finding water was his life. A life he hated.

He kept his eyes on the suns. They would go down soon, and he'd have to get inside. Not even this close to home was he really safe; sand people had been known to attack farmers on their own lands, if they were alone. But right now the sky was a bunch of colors at once; purple, red, orange, pink, and blue further up, deep blue. Even the sandy, rocky ground that stretched out flat as far as he could see was painted, purple coming up out of the gray. Only at sunset was Tatooine beautiful.

Not that he cared.

His feelings were a tug-of-war. He contemplated, again, running away from all of this, going to join Biggs at the Academy, going somewhere, anywhere, away from here.

And he knew he couldn't, wouldn't. Responsibilities weighed down on him, responsibilities that, years ago, he had been proud his Uncle Owen had trusted him with, now chained him to this horrid, searing, boring place.

This beautifully painted place.

Sighing, he watched the last bit of sun slide under the straight, flat line that was the horizon. The colors remained on the sky, but started to fade, as though the desert wind were whisking the colored sand away. The purple disappeared from the gray of the ground, and the pinks and oranges and reds became gray, then blue. And his time was up; a call from inside woke up his responsible self, telling him it was time to stop dreaming, time to get inside and sleep. He had a lot of work to do tomorrow. The desert wasn't kind, and wouldn't give up its moisture without a fight.

And the Academy was so, so far away.

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A/N: Okay, how was that? I know I didn't depart completely from cliches, but I tried. And I think I've replaced elipses with semicolons. I'll need to work on that.