Sunset Point

Standing at the crest of a towering coastal dune gazing across an expanse of water at the setting sun.

An August evening receding like the tide below, the day’s ebbing rays painting all they touch in rose and peach-blossom.

Whistling willets settling down as the last gulls wheel away.

No sense of time just fleeting light, a threshold, and an invitation.

“Let it go out, the sun’s fire,
If light dawns inside our souls,
In our own hearts we’ll discover
What the outer world withholds.”

― Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Faust: A Tragedy, Parts One and Two