Aug 24, 2012

I am struggling to find the words to describe the sun setting last night.

The sun setting for us, rising for others as the universe moves, rotates, spins. I was on a quiet beach, on a quiet evening, accompanied by the progression of a polite tide, with dear friends and there was little conversation.

We had front row tickets to the theatre of "angels". We were witness to a masterpiece in the making, at the museum of God. The fiery red, orange globe, with hints crimson and paradise yellow descended majestically.

In the moments of a hour the sun moved from our view, as the giant dimmer switch in Casey Key went off. Every day I wake, I go fast, doing, chasing, checking off lists, reading emails, going to surprise date with the sun was a gift.