Some days are so brilliant they announce their end
by painting a beautiful watercolor across the sky.
Riotous colors and various hues
imbue themselves in my mind.
I put them my pocket
to savor later.
“What is life?
It is the flash of the firefly in the night.
It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime.
It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the
**Crowfoot (1890) **
(Blackfoot warrior and orator)
The setting of the sun does not only signal the end of the day but sings out the promise of a