The days grow shorter, the nights longer. The sunset rage pink scarlet and icy blue across the mares tail clouds. It is beauty undefined. The sunrise is similar yet vastly different. Vivid colors that scream across the early morning sky. The fading green of the foliage gives way to the monochromatic orange-brown of quiet death. Morning air so crisp you can see your breath give way to summer heat in the mid-afternoon, only to relinquish in the end to wondrous cool of autumn night. Oh the joyous season of the Triduum of Allhallowtide. Time of silent reflection and release. I find healing meditation in the fury of the dying of the day, sadness at its loss. Silent tears trickle slowly chilling my cheeks. Awakening to crisp rebirth of the fiery morning, day unwritten unmarred by mistakes and mis-steps of the previous day. Each end and beginning different daily,only the name is the same, Sunset and Sunrise. A time of dying slumber,the fields golden with dry grasses of summer.
Pardon my gibberish, my mind is swirling with bits of incomplete thoughts that will only go away if committed to print, maybe.
Just thinking out loud for all the world to see.................................
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