08/05/2026
I came for the sunset today, but it is humid and cloudy. The tiniest bit of color peaks through near the horizon, but mostly it is grey. The frogs and cicadas rule the night, their chorus the proudest things as water patrol approaches and then quickly passes. One heron stays as another flies south, then southeast. Night seems to begin early today.
Some sunsets are just subtle like this. They don't announce themselves with grandiose displays and they usher in the next chapter or phase without a word - a transient moment passed without us even knowing. I hope to close and rein in my chapters more clearly, to notice every little detail and soak in all its beauty before the moment escapes me. But perhaps I have something to learn from this sunset's quietude.
Without so much to look at, a human naturally calls on their other known senses. The chorus of cicadas and frogs. The air gently moving and thick, just now beginning its cooling. Closer to me, the waves now lap and swirl, gifting the shore with moisture and pieces of foam. I want to notice other happenings like these: not just the spectacular array of the sunset itself but also the pieces of existence that accompany its moment of transition.
So as I quietly and solemnly sit in this Night That Is Still Day, what accompaniment do I notice? Undying love and support from the friends and loved ones who are here. Complex emotions that they both share with me and are learning to navigate on their own. New beginnings for and with the people who will step into the holes I am leaving here to fill. Just like the waves against the shore or the rocks and sands in the riverbed, our lives and all the lives around us continue to shift, to swirl, to reform, and change into patterns they were always meant to find their way into, if only for this fleeting moment.
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Be subtle sometimes. Feel the change, even if you can't see it, and meet it with grace and respect. The moment might be gone before you know it.
~K