Inspiring a stream of diverging thoughts at the twilight hour in your reminiscing. Thoughts of a day with the length of the shadow ahead but now fading.
Lost in thoughts. Folding the glabella at the tough luck, then nasolabial folds for the countable episodes of mirth.
In that moment of calmness you will feel the rays whisper comfortingly..
“You did all you had to do.”
At such a moment of self-reflection, you will also see the clarity in the sage. There is dawn to bright days. And a dusk to sad days.