Evening brings on renewed appreciation for the sunlight. I go about the day, even complaining about the heat and brightness of the sun at times. As the sun is getting low in the west I love to see it cast its last rich glow across the land. Buildings, landscapes, flowers, clouds, junk, the varied shapes of bark and bough. . . . .all look radiant when the last daily hurrah of the sun is cast upon them.
If you miss it, God willing, you’ll get another chance or two.