I keep waiting to find a big, wide horizon in front of me.
Creation’s crease. What’s above is possibility and what’s below is certainty.
I have a reminder on one of my shelves by the philosopher, Atticus, it goes- “Never go long without seeing a sunset.”
I can’t seem to get in front of one.
I even ride my bicycle just at dusk to the neighborhood that has proved a sunset is real. Even then I miss that moment when the pink, blue and yellow melts into darkness.
It might be where I now live. The house isn’t on a hill and doesn’t face anything but porches at the backend of twin homes.
The only sky I see is above me.
It must have something to offer me.
