Saturday, June 16, 2012
Sunsets at my Door
I'll never get used to them. I never want to. I sometimes put my hand in the golden water and bow to the Sun King.
I treat each one, at the end of every day, like I see it only once a year.
Awe seems like an understatement.
I'm often the only ones who notices. But others notice me with the camera and wave and hulloo.
I always want to say: look behind you. See what I see?
And they sometimes oblige me. And shrug a little.
I'm the CFA*, out there looking at sunsets, taking pictures even. They've seen thousands.
*Come From Away