Sunsets

Hey babe.
I miss you.
I really do.
Lots and lots... like, all the time.
I'm always thinking about what you're doing and how you're feeling and what's going on in your life.
The sunsets have been really pretty the past few days. Have you noticed? I don't know why but I haven't really seen anything remarkable for a few weeks, but the past two or three evenings, the sky has caught my attention like crazy. So beautiful, the vivid colors splashing across the clouds... like a child at play with an set of paints, and yet, so awesome that it must be a master at the very best of his work. I wonder if God isn't painting scenes of heaven for us in the sky, in abstract form, or like a Picaso... all the details there.... just blurred and distorted enough to make them mysterious to us....
And yet, as the colors fade like a mellowing maple leaf before winter, it is the falling twilight that I love best. The hues of the sky itself as it shifts from tourquoise to indigo to sapphire to purple.... so calming, so soothing... the first stars appearing here and there, twinkling soft and lonely, keeping their endless vigil. A few birds soaring quietly to their nests to find shelter from the night; the tree branches darkening in stern contrast against the horizon... so peaceful. The world quiet, at rest, ready for slumber... reveling in the timeless romance of day and night, sun and moon, cloud and stars.
I love to sit a minute and experience the twilight. It calms me so much. So rejuvenating, therapeutic even.
I wish you were here with me to feel the twilight succumb on Nichols Hills.

Your girl,
Rigel <3