A SIMPLE PLEASURE
WATCHING THE DROP
Can you remember how you felt the first time you saw the sun turn a body of water into a path of gold? I don't remember specifics but I can recall that sense of wonder and awe and wanting to touch it. All these years later, it still fascinates. That painting of light is one of the enchantments of sunset.
For centuries we bipeds have marveled at the daily act of cosmology. It is a turn in our life, a rhythm. Each sunset is unique, but those near water offer a canvass of light play. In the incremental descent is a peace, if you will a natural meditation. And everything in the light is a player in the drama. We know the eventual outcome, but we are drawn to the slow recess of that path of gold and its provider.Everything reflects or captures that special sweet or golden light.
We watch our watery path of gold get further from our touch, fading into the mystery.
If our busy lives have allowed us to pay attention, the ritual leaves us more complete
and perhaps with a hint of enchantment active in our being.
And then, it is that time of day when dreams begin to walk.
See you down the trail.