The Truth

how many sunsets have we seen our business of marriage an endless string of scenes from a car window travels to gatherings doctors and events or simple fast food runs in all this time and all these drives I don’t remember a time when we watched the sun set slowly in its way admiring the moments of color so slow to approach, then just vanish like a magic trick so simple is sunlight it happens without effort or planning yet it’s our whole life building and blooming we don’t watch it as the day progresses we know it’s there, acknowledge it when pleasant, complain if it’s too much it’s our life, our string of scenes, passing without effort while we ride without much notice and suddenly it’s gone.