on sunsets...
Not night yet, but no longer day The essence of the sun lingers in a multi-color ray that tints the clouds that sit on the horizon line, like amazing cotton mountains from another place, another time. I love this hour of in-between light and dark when I wait patiently for the appearance of my favorite star... Its my moment to be sad... without asking myself why, to just because, smile, or if I am lucky, to remember and sigh Sundown is when I feel sorry for those ghosts that have not died and... Sign in to see full entry.