Friday, August 12, 2011


Sunset. Dusk. To say this is my favorite time of day is a gross understatement. Summer sunset drives on back country roads are what calm me, ground me, center me. To experience one of these drives is for one to begin to understand my soul. The sight surpasses description. The sounds are soothing. The smell, the smell transports me back to a much simpler time of sitting on a front porch swing with someone who was very important to me. I feel this time of day with every fiber of my being. I feel it so deep down in my soul that if it would cease to exist I fear that I would shrivel up and die. Dusk. The time when the world calms. The day is finished, no need to rush off anywhere. The time to pause, reflect, consider. The time to realize that there is something bigger, that you are a part of something bigger, something outside of the chaos man creates. Words, pictures cannot do justice to this display. Images, sounds will be kept in the recesses of the mind and soul and used when tired and weary.