I like sunsets. One of dearest friends does, too. I text her pics of them sometimes as a reminder of the goodness in this world. It’s our symbol of peace.
Sunsets come and go so fast. The picture I framed in my lens isn’t the same one here even…the sky changes so fast. It’s still pretty, just not the same. Such is life…
Tonight my husband and I sat looking at a cotton candy sky and watched as the pink and blue turned to violet and gray…a bruise.
Change comes in so many forms throughout our days…some good, some not.
I like to remember that regardless of what comes in the course of a day, the sunset will be the final word. It never disappoints.