Time and again the sun sets like a bedimming curtain before my eyes, taking with it all illumination, warmth, and color.? I am overwhelmed by night and the monsters that lurk in shadows of despair.? But alas, stars twinkle from afar, shedding the tiniest rays of lighted hope.? I am reminded that the sun also rises, and that morning's glory shall restore beauty to my world.? The realization of this dream is only a matter of waiting out the dreary night.? So, I shall persevere.
As the station wagon pulled back onto the highway, the sun was slowly sinking below the horizon like a leaky boat. Well, except for that fact that boats are not generally round, orange and on fire. Hmm. Come to think of it, in no way whatsoever did the sun, in this instance, resemble a leaky boat. My apologies. That was a dreadful attempt at simile. Please allow me to try again. As the station wagon pulled back onto the highway, the sun was slowly sinking below the horizon like a self-luminous, gaseous sphere comprised mainly of of hydrogen and helium.
Dusk is just an illusion because the sun is either above the horizon or below it. And that means that day and night are linked in a way that few things are there cannot be one without the other yet they cannot exist at the same time. How would it feel I remember wondering to be always together yet forever apart?
This land, although not my native land, Will be remembered forever. And the sea's lightly iced, Unsalty water. The sand on the bottom is whiter than chalk, The air is heady, like wine, And the rosy body of the pinesIs naked in the sunset hour. And the sunset itself on such waves of etherThat I just can't comprehendWhether it is the end of the day, the end of the world, Or the mystery of mysteries in me again.