The burst of color settled on my home as the sun got caught in the treetops. Captured for only a moment, yet captured for all time.
Its radiance freeze-framed within the soul of the image.
Sunsets used to carry my spirit with them – beyond the horizon to Van Diemen’s Land where my soul would get lost if I weren’t careful to hide while the sun was leaving me.
Here in the country, I don’t have to close the drapes to avoid the sun’s descent.
To espy the waning of the country sun is to participate in the splendor of its farewell.