Last night I "chased" the setting sun around the lake. From having purple-red fingers after scrambling up a gorgeous roof of danger pitch, to soaking in the glorious marigold sinking into majestic hues of purple-blue, eyes and soul and mind found spark of smile that made everything that had gone before not matter, fading with the dying light. Though not ocean or waves, just the change felt in being by/on the water watching the earth's lights changing of the guard from day to night, gave wings to soul to ready to come to new life this moonlight. Beautiful. Blessed. Being.
Words: © 2018 Rosie Chee





