wet season sunset patrol

sitting on the lanai as the sun begins its downward arc, feeling in command of my life. time oozing like manoa honey. the sun cradled by clouds like freshly shorn wool, pierced with streaks of spun gold. this daily descent minute and breathtaking. in a matter of minutes, the heavens are ablaze, lit up from beneath, harkening to another world. as the sun drops into the ocean, my eyes are bathed in a gradient of powder pinks, softening to lavender. the sky gathers every shade of colour, periwinkle haze dissolving into inky midnight blue. in coming here, i’ve given myself the gift of time. i am suffused with peace, soaking up every last drop.