I was cleaning out my iPhone and I came across the photos that were taken the day of my Dad’s memorial. For as long as I live, I will never forget that brilliant sunset that streaked across the sky when Jen and I went for a walk that day. Perhaps I was just soaking in the energy of that day and my awareness was just heightened by a sense of loss, but I’m grateful for the gift of that masterpiece.
And how appropriate is it that I came across this poem that I wrote in junior high, while cleaning out my desk today:
A dash of red,
Flames of fire,
Smears of gold and
The boldest yellow…
Sunset.
Colors,
Dancing across the sky,
To the last light
Of fading gray…
Darkness.
