There it is … the sun … at eye level. And I know it’s a race. A race I’ll lose.
It sits there aloof. Tenacious. Bigger and wider than ever, I think. Like, in your face, dear. It’s super moon size, bright white explosion size. Spanning the vertical lines of the tallest, strongest, finest, trees size. Bold, teeth clenched strong, you just try, size.
And before I can get out the door. It’s done it’s thing, and it’s saying, bye, bye. Try again next time, my dear. Not even a wink.
the sun at my back slid under the horizon,
and the glow was gone.
4:30 pm, January 6. The sun falls fast these days. Late afternoon, it’s almost done for the day.
Still, the sun catches the tops of those tall trees. The trees of its choosing. For twenty, maybe thirty minutes, the chosen ones glow.