The force of nature itself witnessed by feeble human eyes. Making us stop in wonder, attempting to understand the power and grace of this act. Each day, waiting, at dusk, a fire burning out. My heart pours out the thoughts and feelings of the passing day. Remembering all that I have seen and participated in, watching a glorious light fade. Wondering what comes next.
Anxious for the dark. Then there will be a new light, a moon and stars to brighten the sky. Still, I am stuck to the orange glow that stains the trees and plants. Desperate for it to stay.
Desperate for time.
