Often the most stunning moments are the ones that are not searched for, but that catch you unawares. The ones you almost mourn before they are past, and that stamp themselves exquisitely on your heart’s memory.
We looked back, over our shoulders
And saw, in the east, a neon sun
Flooding the clouds with the tang of evening.
Ahead of us, the tips of the trees
had glowed like embers
Straining their bare fingers to hold onto the dying light
The belly of the clouds blushed pink and lilac
And scorched the twilight sweeping in
Under a sinking ochre globe
Northwards, an optimistic cloudless blue still lingered
My daughter in silhouette against it
Becomes timeless.
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