Low clouds hush the ocean.
In the space between the two, the day’s coda blazes lavishly, like the last firework.
Slate gray silence follows.
Parting thought of the setting sun.
(Observed from a viewing area close to the Mauna Kea Visitor Information Station, Big Island of Hawai’i)
The setting sun grabs the eyes.
I look at the brightest object in the sky.
But it blinds me to the beauty that is next to it.
I move my head slightly to the left and the sun exits my field of view.
I see the dramatic clouds, the paling sky and the unruffled ocean.
A spider spun its web on a parsley flower head.
Dewdrops like tiny pearls.
It happened outside my window.
No longer night,
not yet day.
A moment of nacreous light.
Invasion of the garden nasturtium.
The sun sets every day, each day in a different way.
I watch the sunset to honor the day that is ending.
This is my new playground.
I start by sharing views.
Thoughts will follow.