When I was younger, I thought sundown was a magical time of day. Many of the beautiful sunsets are still burned into my brain. I was reminded of that feeling, a winter's eve a few winters ago. It was a sundown, in which it felt as if the magic had returned. Published 2014
Sundown
the day's edge between dark and light,
a moment mystical and elusive,
the eyes and mind easily deceived,
by a glimpse of the eternal,
when nothing seems real,
everything temporary and imperfect.
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