There is something so good about the setting sun light. The rising sun shines on what the day holds, on the hopes for errands to be run or breakfast waiting to be made. The fading light is a sweet kiss for a job well done. It is confirmation that time has passed, and it is a tease for what sunrise may hold. It is a lingering hug before you rest under the moon, and it is so proud of you. I am too.
















