The sun lowers itself into the rim of the horizon, a gentle kiss to earth, a promise of return, is the world bruised, or are the colors merely spilling from the heavens?

I hold my breath, fearful that they might disappear, for in these moments beauty rests, a paradox held on the cusp of night. Nature teaches us to hold parables of light, to capture moments fleeting, to cherish the end as we cherish the beginnings.

• Nadine Gordimer