The orange light sifts through the trees in my front yard, it makes the world soft and care free. I love sunset. The shadows are long and smooth, like a fine wine - drawn out, lingering on the roof of my mouth. The air is warm still ... but a slight breeze pushes the chill of night closer. I rock back and forth on my worn wicker that creaks with old age ... like me. I know the sun's rays are reflecting in my eyes.
Who knows what tomorrow will bring.
Blessings to you and yours.
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