Reflection: Day End & Kindness

Why do I like it when the day ends and the sunsets before my eyes? That’s a question even I may not be able to answer precisely. Well, I don’t just enjoy the beauty of sunsets; I also worry about many things. Each evening offers a perfect opportunity for self-reflection. I do this in two parts: first, a personal evaluation of my happiness, achievements, and whether I met my daily goals; second, an assessment of how my actions, work, and lifestyle impact others and my environment. I try to remember every act of kindness, and this recharges my happiness meter. There’s a lot of pain out there, and the current economy isn’t helping. So, the least I can do is dedicate myself to helping others.

Giving material things or money isn’t the only way to show kindness or compassion. Other ways include choosing kind words, offering seats or items to those in need, helping the elderly or blind cross the street, giving good advice, helping carry someone’s bags, and many more. To conclude, I always keep the homeless in my thoughts and prayers. I feel pity for them, especially as evening and night fall, when they face their toughest challenges. Below is my sunset reflection. I’ve to tell you good night first. Have fun!

Dusk

The slope of pointed hills
Black against the horizon
Threat the sun with a fierce thrust
As thin clouds streak across the sky

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Cloud underbellies glow reddish hue
Evening warmth fights the heady moon
Vast plains stretched, savannah grass paradise
Sometimes lonely trees stand with yellow grass

Ancient, raw, scattered lights slowly gather
The city below, hills stand guard like soldiers
Listen now, for the flies cause noon stress
, but the heat will send them away at once
Thick groves of pear and citrus shade the road
Nearby, human settlement; houses, huts are intertwined

The smell of ripe fruit romances the market pathway
Tomatoes gutted, grapes squashed on the clay
, and when the hills see the sunset beneath them
It is gold – unexplainable, like a budding worm

Now there is light, the brown Earth bright
, and on all things old, the setting sun shines