Nov 10, 2024
Setting on the bench in the front yard I watch the sun sink lower, I see streaks of color laid across the sky, like brushstrokes drawn by some unseen hand. In these moments, I imagine majestic, fleeting sky angels, ethereal beings of pure light, dancing in and out of the sun’s glow. They’re bathed in golden warmth, their forms brightening and fading like embers as they pull color from the center of the sun, spreading it outward across the sky. The angels work in silence, draining themselves as they paint, each color a gift until they seem empty. Then, drawn back to the heart of the sun, they replenish themselves, diving into the brilliance to pull out new colors for the next sweep.
This piece was inspired by such a sunset and the sky angels which each evening painting anew their ever-evolving sky canvas with the colors of living light. I am profoundly grateful for each sunset, for the awe and wonder it brings and, perhaps, for the possibility of sky angels weaving each color with care, creating this fleeting beauty we’re privileged to witness.
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