A ‘SOMBER’ AFTERNOON

August 2, 1999

It’s a sultry, somber kind of afternoon, and I feel quite ‘adrift’ in a sea of nothingness…of ‘non-thought’…of just ‘being’.

The sun slips down like a mango on fire behind the purple mountains in the distance.

The colors cause the bay to ‘blush’ with orange and pink across blue-green waters.

The air is fresh and warm from the summer’s afternoon,

I stand here on the deck wondering what I’m doing in this place and time.

I ask myself if this might be the last sunset I will ever see…and look even harder at God’s brush strokes of beauty

that are spread out on the horizon before me.

I’m saddened that I’m alone…

And seeing it only through my eyes.

I am only seeing half of the beauty in front of me.