It's mystifying that each day ends with a sunset, the visual tail of an ongoing spiral of time. And although we do expect to see that same view the next day, each dusk brings a nostalgia. “Love makes us poets, and the approach of death makes us philosophers.” And what is sunset, but the death of a day... the passing of time we will not encounter again.
Monday, July 2, 2007
A Sunset Season of Goodbyes
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