Driving home tonight I was able to drive westward... into the sunset. The sky was clear, apart from a few clouds. They seemed to gather around the retreating day. Maybe they are clinging to its warmth? It's partly the reason I watch. I love soaking in those last few warm rays while the goosebumps overtake me.

Shadows drift off sunset's fringe
hopeful for a repeat of amber glory.
Fiery cast honor in dusk's binge
woefully reciting the day's story.

Sun does not see his evening,
only morning.
but Moon basks in the beauty
of Sun's duty.