Sunset
Tuesday, November 3, 2009, 4:58 PM
November's sky is clear, blue and tired. The sun sets, glows yellow, casts long sideways shadows across the earth. I see my eyes peering out through the clouds. It's been a long year. I feel so much older than I am. I look down on everything with a sad smile, a setting sun, and cast shadows across the earth. How beautiful it is to hide, to create perfect darkness in contrast to the comforting sadness of a gentle yellow sunset. How tranquil and tired. The air retires. It sighs the warmth away in a serene beauty. A sullen acceptance of the changing of the seasons, the death of dreams and growth and change. The sun, the sky, they prepare for the bleakness of winter. They smile and shake their heads. Oh, the seasons. How beautiful and how sad. How clear and blue. My eyes have rained over this earth all season, flooding the rivers, making trouble for the farmers. A lot of growth happened this year, but now there's no relent for the reaping. The green turns brittle and brown. Fields are organic graveyards underneath the clear blue and yellow sunset. They sigh, smile sadly, and shake their heads.
My eyes have no choice but to agree.
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