Not my view…but still pretty

I don’t know about you but my perfect time of day is sunset. It is the ending of “this” and the beginning of an unknown “that.” “This and that” meet for but a brief fleeting  moment. You need to be alert to see it occur. The stuff I know is ending and that unknown will soon begin. Is there a more perfect definition of life?

The “this” is the glowing sun as it slowly becomes shades of colors I have no name for because the colors change to new colors until the “that” begins. In Wisconsin’s winters it’s the silhouettes of the trees branches against those moving colors that is most moving. When “that” appears tomorrow, it’ll be a morning sun softened by my frosted windows.

I know what happened today. I was there the whole thing. I don’t know what will unfrost itself tomorrow when I’m off to do what I need to do.

But for now I have a peaceful moment – that in between time between what has been and what will soon to be.