Dusk is just an illusion because the sun is either above the horizon or below it. And that means that day and night are linked in a way that few things are there cannot be one without the other yet they cannot exist at the same time. How would it feel I remember wondering to be always together yet forever apart? Once sun does find its light replaced by the darkened night when finally the sun has set, no candle can replace it.
But here during the day staring out over an open valley every tree and leave coppery in the sunset. I think of the warmth and the life that is breathed into all things by our great golden globe.
I would never waste any amount of time doing anything important, when there is a sunset outside that I should be sitting under. There’s a sunrise and a sunset every single day, and they’re absolutely free. We would all do better not to miss so many of them.
I always think of the sun, dusk and darkness rise and light shines over the earth. The sun comes to sleep beneath a golden horizon the redness had seeped from the day and night was arranging herself around. Cooling things down, staining and dyeing the evening purple and blue black. I bid farewell to the day and welcome the night.
The little prince said once he watched the sun set forty-three times, but when asked if he was sad when he saw this he did not reply.
There is no way in which a man can earn a star or deserve a sunset. The light like the sun is for everyone and it shines on us all the same.
Bursts of gold on lavender melting into saffron. It’s the time of day when the sky looks like it has been spray-painted by a graffiti artist.
That painted ceiling that we all stare into, yet hardly ever appreciate.
