As the sun sets, and does its daily disappearance act below the western horizon, I am filled with tokens of thought.
Thoughts of how beautiful & tragic an epilogue can be.
Life is linear, even when it doesn’t feel like it.
When an ending is approaching a genesis is forming.
The inception of change seems unavoidable.
Change from what is comfortable and what is easy.
Embrace the remodeling. The literal and not.
Cheers. To the variety and transformation that is this God-given life.