The sun makes its way downward. Nothing is as it was a moment ago. Each time my eyes return to the sky something changes. If I look away long enough, the splendor in the sky might be missed. First the colors.
Brilliant colors splash the sky never repeating the same pattern twice.
And for a few glorious moments this magical sight helplessly entrances me. As colors turn from bright to dark, I'm drawn into the inevitable darkness of every night. I know I'm almost there and can nearly taste the sweet satisfaction of seeing the blackness. The way it makes me feel. I turn on the music.