It whispered to me as I rushed by, a hint of pink blushing the clouds. “Come look,” it murmured. Only the edge of a sunset was visible from inside our apartment. But it was promising me more. Not yelling or demanding my attention. Just whispering.
I’ve learned, over the past few years, to listen to those whispers, to recognize the moments that deserve appreciation. Life is short and these moments aren’t promised to us.
I ventured out onto the balcony and found the whispered promise beyond expectation.
Bursting from their cloud curtains, streams of sunlight reached for the heavens. Running back inside I grabbed my husband and my camera, and we watched as the sunlight danced across the sky, fading from brilliant yellow to burnt gold, glowing cinders of a dying fire. And it reminded me of a Robert Frost poem:
“So dawn goes down to day,
Nothing gold can stay.”
Nothing gold can stay. So breathe it in before it’s gone, and capture the moment if you can.