Sunset and Solitude

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The last rays of the sun creeps desperately through the clouds which hover silently and peacefully in the air. The afternoon breeze invokes memories and warmth of a lost childhood, of a fanciful melody playing at the back of the mind. The blue of the sky which for this time has turned pale orange—like soft ember in the furnace—reminds me of a magical transformation of something too staggering to even describe, or even imagine.

Silence.

 There is something too familiar with this. I remember more stories, like flashes of light dawning upon my innocence and consciousness. Well, sunsets don’t have to be too sentimental like this, but they do. It does when all I need to do is to look at the setting sun just above the vast horizon, and to just be still and contemplate the mysteries of life that I couldn’t actually fathom entirely.

Standing in a field and watching such panoramic splendor somewhat offer me an understanding of what lies beyond the grasp of human imagination, of what possibilities could there be in exploring the horizon which seem to be tauntingly infinite.

And I just love the breeze of the afternoon air, and the scene revealing at dusk: when all there is was the chirping of the birds that happily glide in the sky, perhaps, joining me in the celebration of the greatness of the scene before me, a celebration of the beauty of life. When all there is were the trees beyond, the grass beneath my feet, the faint sound of a motorcycle somewhere, the hum of the cicadas now becoming a tangible musical background joining in the harmony; and yes, the soft rays of the setting sun now silhouetting the landscape which is wonderfully laid before the horizon.

And there was the profound stillness, its assuring comfort, its magic, and its mystery.

When I have nothing to say because words have lost their meaning in such a humbling scene, I keep my mouth and my mind shut, and allow only my heart to speak and my soul to see.

It is such, O Lord, a wonderful world.

There was never an unfathomable mystery, after all.

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“The heavens declare the glory of God; and the firmament shows His handiwork.” –Psalm 19:1