Tea is just an excuse.i am drinking this sunset, this evening.and you.

holding the eveningtremblingly close to mei weepinto the sun lettingthe burdenof hopelift off my chesti realizethis is what it meansto be free.

I find it incredibly amazing how at every sunset, the sky is a different shade. No cloud is ever in the same place. Each day is a new masterpiece. A new wonder. A new memory.

in the endit is wordspoetry. sunsetssomeone’s deep blue silk voice.mountain scents.someone’s smile.eyes. that we haveno defenses against.

my dear, I have nothing to say.my heart burns like the evening sky.

may my faith always beat the end of the daylike a hummingbird...returningto its favorite flower.