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.
