Sunset

There's always a sense of sadness, for me, when the sun lies down with the trees. A perfect day; a perfectly horrid day; a day of nothingness or of peace.
It feels a little sad to let it go; you know; a little sad to see it pass.
My grandma told me once, while we watched the summer sun setting over the apple orchard, that when she was a girl this was her favorite time of the day. The work had been done; the animals fed; supper dishes already put away. It was a time to run and dance, it was a time to play.
Today I found out that my aunt May has lung cancer, and my uncle Sam is not doing well and will probably die within the week. When I say uncle Sam, I mean my real uncle.. not the government. I also learned that my brother lost his farm due to not paying his back taxes, he has two days to get out. Then I learned that someone I love very dearly has been doing crack when he smells grape pop. As in, he smells grape pop, and then needs a crack fix. Weird, I know. It's been a weird day. One I shouldn't feel that sad to let go.
But on the other hand, my blessings are great today. I have a truck filled with gas. I have a beautiful kitty purring around my feet. I have friends. I have people in my life who love me, and who I love back. Many souls are still here, still with me, still breathing and still in my world. I feel good. Too fat, sure, but good none the less. I have eyesight, I have movement, I have empathy and tears. I am as alive as I've ever been. Tomorrow I am going to the Y after work. And tomorrow I will pay my stupid erratic lane change ticket. Tomorrow I will see my work friends and laugh and smile with them.
Tomorrow my haircut will not seem so odd. In Pinconning everyone thinks it is odd... but even with my funny hair I am still loved.
Tomorrow is a new day, with a new sunset, and once again I will probably feel sad to watch the sun blend into the horizon, and once again I will remember count my blessings. If I am as blessed tomorrow as I am today; every thing's going to be okay.



