Am certainly making up for my week of silence today.
This evening’s sunset was just plain glorious. I tried to take a picture but it didn’t come out well. Words will have to do. This is the time of year when the sunsets are particularly stunning, I think, and also painfully bittersweet. The days are short, the air is cold, and the long winter looms. And somehow the crispness of the sky makes for these outrageous, short-lived sunsets. Watching, breathless, I find myself fighting back tears at the way nature animates life’s brevity, endless farewells, and profound impermanence. Frost said it best:

So dawn goes down to day/nothing gold can stay.