Sunset

Sunset is an angel weeping
Holding out a bloody sword
No matter how I squint I cannot
Make out what it’s pointing toward
Sometimes you feel like you live too long
Days drip slowly on the page
You catch yourself
Pacing the cage

Pacing the Cage ~ Jimmy Buffett

Surely, sunset is God’s daily gift to us. Many places boast about their sunsets but Pine Island sunsets are as good as they get. On many an evening, the thunderheads that have formed over the Everglades from the afternoon heat are pushed west by the trade winds and position themselves perfectly to reflect the sun’s last rays over the Gulf of Mexico. The result is an explosion of reds, oranges and vermilion, along with the bruised purple of the remnants of the thunderstorms. You owe it to yourself and a loved one to stop and enjoy and perhaps toast God’s gift.

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