The sun’s going to set any minute. It wasn’t a perfect day, but it was. When you look toward the sun the right way—not at it, of course—you know that it’s true. There are only perfect days. There are only perfect days on this earth of one life and one light no matter what happens. When the sun drops low on the horizon, you know the day is done. There is no return. The golden sun beams rescind a final curtain on what was and may have been. There is no going back on this final show. Let it go, the great glowing orb of time and timelessness tells you. Let it go.
Sunset Poem #1
