In the stillness of a sunset, the heart can find its own truth.
I walk slowly, watching my feet dance around the stones in the path.
I walk slowly, watching the light changing in the sky.
I walk slowly, thoughts tumbling round in my head.
My grandfather met my grandmother on a farm in New Mexico that had a working windmill. They’ve been dead for more than two decades but this windmill at sunset brings them back to me. I see their faces in the fading light, I hear their voices in the wind.
In the morning, something wakes me out of a sound sleep. I don’t know why until I look outside and see the sunrise. I had told myself last night that I wanted to see a New Mexico sunrise. The sky answered me this morning and my brain made sure I didn’t miss it.
There’s a sunrise and a sunset every single day.
Don’t miss so many of them.