I’ve always thought of the sunsets as a symbol of the end of the day, and as a reminder that the new day will come with just as much unique beauty as the sunset from the prior evening.
The sunsets have been unbelievably beautiful this winter. I think this is due to the fog that has been ever-present in the mornings.
The sunsets seem to make us stop and take notice of our pace in life and with being said….
I’ve a friend, twenty years my senior, who’s edging toward the sunset of their life. They want to acknowledge it and talk about it. I’m all in; you see, I’ve so much to learn from people who have experienced more of life than I have. I can be a safe place to talk about feelings, expectations, and realities. I’m not a family member, I’m a friend of this graciously glorious person.
Do you know someone who could use a friend?