The sun sets behind me on the drive home from the lake.
It is a brilliant cup-of-the-sun, the top shrouded by clouds, the reddest of reds, chasing me home.
I feel it holds a million what ifs, and it might pour them over me if I will slow down for just a moment and let it cover me in sweetness.
I couldn’t get a picture- but in an instant, it changes.
Sun, she is woman?
Suddenly the sunset is reversed and I only see the upper half, and the sky is silver now.
I realize beauty changes, how our idea of beauty changes- it sneaks up behind us and changes us- always for the better.
Oh…they are all beautiful….sunrises, sunsets…all different, but the same.
Day comes in, day goes out; the constants in this life.
So grateful to have the world continue her rhythms while I try and keep up with life’s pace.
for Reticent Mental Property. Image courtesy of the web or a thousand others who photograph, and share, and trust the sunsets of our days.