Waking Eyes ...

NIGHT

The sun descending in the west,

The evening star does shine;

The birds are silent in their nest,

And I must seek for mine.

The moon, like a flower,

In heaven's high bower,

With silent delight

Sits and smiles on the night.

William Blake

Many times I have been blessed while viewing the setting sun.  Whether from the island of St. Thomas or a lounge chair on the back deck, the view of the descending sun can become an awestruck moment.

Darkness paints the sky as the sun slips down into the horizon, and a star begins to twinkle in the sky.  The moon seemingly faded strikes a contrast with the blackened sky.  

As all falls quiet, instead of feeling like the ending, a sense of beginning surrounds me.  Another day has ended, but there is promise of experiences all brand new, just waiting for my waking eyes.