There’s something about a sunset. I’ve heard there’s also something about a sunrise, too, but I’m far more likely to experience sunsets than sunrises.
Every 24 hours the sun signs off for the day. Some days it’s just a quick goodnight with no kiss of beauty. Other times God paints a sunset so beautiful it brings tears to my eyes. That’s a fact. Sometimes a sunset can take me away to one particular evening in 1970. Kind of odd that one particular sunset has been etched permanently in my memory. But it is. Continue reading “One autumn evening”