Beautiful, serene yet tired of silence. That was what the sky looked like that day. It wanted to burst out laughing, play with the setting sun and fly away with the seagulls! There was a distinct rumble in the perceived silence. Why would it be so uneasy when it's keeper had called it a night? It was time for it to sleep. A long night lay ahead filled with dreams and stars, love and compassion. Then why this uproar? Was it possible that it was afraid of the dark?
Maybe. It just may have been possible it was afraid of it's own darkness. But it was cheerful through the day and settled well into the evening! It sang with the winds which whispered wisdom unto man! So why this sadness?
Doesn't really matter I guess. Our lives are far less spacious than the wind dancer here! It's that time again when we let go. We let go not because we are weak, we do so because we are strong. We let go of the night, we embrace the day. We stare at the sun on the rise and smile humbly at the setting King of Darkness. For that is what the measure of a man is. How he smiles, how he laughs, how he rises before he sets.
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