Many evenings I will observe the birds along the ocean edge and I marvel as the sun goes down how steady they stand and watch the giant, burnt-orange sphere meet the horizon. In those moments they embrace their solitude and seem to know that time is marked by each and every sunset…this beautiful Heron was showing me the way tonight. Blue skies were quickly fading as he stood on a swaying tree top with the moon shining over him.
copyright Es-tee Miller
Peace is seeing the sunset and knowing who to thank…..
