The dying sun
Casts the city skyline into a crimson hue
And for a moment
Everything else fades away
And I am left searching for my lungs
Searching for the feeling I know is there
But cannot quite place into words
A sentimental sort of glow
That makes its way through my body
From my head all the way down
Into the base of my being
I return
Suddenly
Climbing the hill out of downtown
And back to the place that I call home
Aware once more
Of all the ugly pieces of life I try to forget
Aware that I am still so far away
That everyone else is even further
And that nothing real exists in this twilight age
But I have lived another day
And soon I will rest once more
Content at least in knowing
That not everything is grey and dead
As I am sometimes led to believe
But rather
That the world is filled with secrets and hidden beauty
Sunsets which may elicit moments of wonder
And even the melancholic recession thereof
From which is derived
An elusive clarity
Restoring balance
That I might not be lost to but rather reflect on
What has been
So that what is still to come may be enjoyed just the same
Objects, and the Distance Between Them 
Life is full of surprises. One should try to find contentment where we can.
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That is so very true, Sadje. We should be open to finding it, perhaps from sources we would least expect.
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Yes true.
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So elusive that only the gifted find it, and you are a loving giver. 🎁
: )
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Why thank you for that lovely compliment, Liefladee. I share what I have, and am so glad to know that it has meaning to you and others. You are a very kind and generous giver as well, and I am so very grateful for all you have given to myself and others here.
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