Sunsets

We're covered by sky no matter where we are.

The Sky seemingly stretches to meet the Sea.

Ah, that magical imaginery line. The Big Hamaca in the sky,

where the Sun settles after It's trek across Big Sky.

Lured in, the Day brings The Night, forming another Tomorrow.

I love Sunsets primas, we're as magical as the salty breeze, riding waves,

cloud formation drifting with the wind, the sense of our fore-father's foot prints

on the sand, I long to have you all here by shore, to look out on the

horizon and give thanks.

Siempre / amor

prima Myrna