Sun Streaks
What happens when the day comes to an end? That’s a question worth a million dollars, and people often have varied responses. I find myself quickly captivated by the setting sun, leading me to scribble down words or phrases that come to mind. This magnificent view never fails to distract me from the unnatural world, and I know I will never grow tired of it. Sometimes, no word, poem, color, or imagination can genuinely capture this daily experience. You’ll likely resonate with this feeling if you enjoy and write about sunsets.
While returning from an evening hike last year, I captured this image of sun streaks in Berkeley Hills, California.
End of Day
Yellow gold is the color of twilight
When the wind flirts with the hovering clouds,
Shadows of trees and cliffs cast across the roads
Enjoying the day’s end in silent reflections
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