The sunset
The crisp air pricked my skin with just the right amount of coldness. The smell of campfire swam through the field, bringing a sense of home and hearth upon me. I sat in my pyjamas on the vibrant damp grass, as the last few moments of the sun set lingered in the air, giving the sky an eerie orange glow. At last, after what seemed like a decade, lighting and thunder broke the silence, and soon I was forced to go back inside. For it had gotten too cold to stay.
I think you mean eerie, not erie. Erie is a lake and a tribe of Indian people. Remember to capitalize your I's. Other than that, amazing story! It really paints a picture in the reader's mind.
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