Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Sunsets up here are frequently spectacular and because the animals are put in at that time of day, I have the opportunity to pause and really appreciate the scene. I'm not stuck in an office or in traffic somewhere. I'm not rushing to fix dinner. The last thing I do before coming back to the house is fill the water trough for the goats, so I have nothing to do but stand and soak in the beauty. For some years now, Dave and I have either called or texted, calling attention to a particularly lovely sunset show, sometimes nothing more than (a la "Fantasy Island"), "Da sky, boss! Da sky!" He called last evening, pointing my attention to the pastels, fading from the pinks below to the still-blue streaks, going on up into the dark blue of night. I might call him when the sky is on fire, underlighting the clouds with brilliant golds and reds. Deb commutes to her job by bus, and she frequently takes a minute to call while waiting at the bus stand in the evening. Touching base this way, for me, is like that last goodnight kiss at bedtime when the Kids were small. Sometimes I wish that childhood, and sundown, could last a little longer.