It’s late! Sun sinks on the horizon. The breeze blows cool air in place of the warm dust a bit ago. The birds land in small groups. Quiet awe settles in. I’m no stranger to these colors. Don’t they equal peace? Doesn’t tranquility remind me of a waltz? No, it’s quiet resolve is more suited for meditation. The ease, the sway, the pitch the twinkle of light which leads to rest, preparing for a new day. Shhh.