The Sun
Eventide sun, as
arrestingly beautiful
as in its dawning.
Poets have written about the stunning beauty of both sunrises and sunsets, and photographs and paintings of the sun at these times of day give truth to the poets’ words.
The appearance of the sun at the beginning and end of its day reminds me of a lifetime, where both the youth of that life and the latter years are filled with beauty, different but equally arresting and interesting and worthy to behold.
Retired? Now what? 