Something about a Sunset.
We watch them. Some drive out to a bluff, some walk to a shoreline, some sit in chairs or on a back porch swing. Some, during an evening barbecue, stop mid-conversation to watch the last rays of the day give way to brilliance.
Something so distant in our genetic history is echoed forward in a wordless, primordial response that it binds history to the moment.
The last light of the day. The last light gives way to splendor. Clouds left from a passing storm blends, bends, and offers itself as a canvas for the glorious event.
Our souls vibrate with the prehistoric memories of confused excitement, awe and momentary fear of light passing into darkness.
All those ancient cellular memories touch us in the moment and we rejoice for it heralds another day coming. ~author unknown~
The Day's End...
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Always loved sunsets, lovely picture and good words.
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