The visage of our own setting star...
by Gabby Boysen
...was one to bring tears to my eyes. Low sank the fiery orb, brilliant with colors only heaven can muster, growing enormous with every moment he melted into the wintered landscape. The clouds brushed glimmering with golds, as glitter on a rosy cheek and lined with molten metal hues that burned into my eyes, even in their gentle blinking. As he dipped into the silhouetted trees, setting the forest ablaze with unconsumming flames, filtering beams burst forth filling the yet azure spance with vibrant wedges of light, painting the sky as a child would with a smiling thick rayed sun. Such sites I see and would think almost commonplace upon my long drive home, but not today. His passionate closing of the hour beckoned; no, demanded that I stop my car, get out and watch in silent wonder. I did.
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