When the sun kisses the horizon, a blush of orange spills into the sky, it pools with the gold of land, a canvas of evening’s embrace. The shadows dance as daylight wanes, casting a symphony of colors, a farewell to the brilliance each day births anew.

I hold the warmth in my palms, this fleeting moment in time, celebrating the end of day, a promise to rise again. And as darkness twinkles with stars, iare they not the tears of light? a reminder that even in shadows, there is beauty in transformation.

• Pablo Neruda