the evening sun

it's sad. the sun, i mean. it's sad, and that's weird.

that harsh evening springtime light is starting to hit. i can start to smell the earth, and my face is unfrozen enough to feel the breeze, and it's sad.

that striking light hits the melting snow, and it reflects, and it sparkles.

i can feel it on my skin. everything is so much clearer in that hour. good for photography, but full of emotion. sometimes i stay inside to avoid it, when i'm not feeling as strong.

even when it's a cloudy day, the evening is a very wistful thing. to see that blue tint slowly fade, leaving you in the dark, forcing you to turn on a light.

the day is coming to a close, but when i look down at my journal, it looks like i did so much, but i never feel like anything happened.

another day is gone.

february 24, 2021