Good evenings

I wish I could capture the feeling I get when the sun begins its decent on the horizon.

When the breeze floats in from its afternoon nap to carry off the sun's heat on its invisible sheets.

When shadows begin to stretch, getting ready to turn in for the night and earth's colours prepare for their display in soft light.

Awash with greys and purples and tinged with orange, 

The heavens will swirl their farewell to their receding, flaming companion 

And yawn to welcome a milder tenant before wrapping its silvery glaze in a blanket of cobalt.
But by then a different longing would have begun.

So I'm back in the moment, just before everything goes dark, to savour the ephemera of the enchanting dusk.