UNDER A CAIRNS SKY
The red almost burns my eyes but I can’t look away. I stare at it, excited…square to sitting quietly in the dark admiring Christmas tree lights when I should be sleeping.
Flabbergasted at how quickly the colour collapses below the horizon.
It’s on show stopping hearts, bringing souls together, inspiring young dreamers, in all it’s heavenly glory-and then it’s not.
Just like that.
‘Please stay’ my inner child pleads…
-but as much as I long for its extended presence, I know it has to go.
But life’s like that though isn’t it?
My shoulders sink, unknowingly, as the red world before me, is replaced with the familiar grey of night, and I automatically turn to continue the routine of life. It’s just an involuntary reflex-the sunken shoulder thing-in response to the anti-climax of a disappearing sunset.
Perhaps tomorrow, It’ll be my turn again, to sit in the front row and watch.
Watch the colours change, from yellows to pinks to reds to greys to blues and then, to the black of night.
If not, I’m ok with that-because I can always say
I’ve been privileged enough, to see this one.