On sunsets
On sunsets Not night yet, but no longer day... The essence of the sun lingers in a multi-color ray that tints the clouds sitting on the horizon line like amazing cotton mountains from another place, another time. I love this hour of in-between light and dark when I wait patiently for the appearance of my favorite star... Its my moment to be sad... without asking myself why, or to just because, smile, and if I am lucky, to remember and sigh. Sundown is when I feel sorry for those ghosts that have... Sign in to see full entry.