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Gone the Sun

The sunset came and went simply this evening. No pyrotechnics.

In the distance, there was a pastel blue sky. Central Time Zone over there, don’t you know. Still daylight. The fair and industrious Trudy would have been coming home from shopping at Target under that daylight, perhaps.

Nearer at hand, there were clouds gliding over the White Pines across the water. They were already in shadow, and there was barely a hint of lavender in their gray. Beyond them were wisps of higher clouds still in golden daylight, now more golden-orange, now more orange-pink which gradually faded to gray-lavender as I stood on the dock. It did not take long.

When I began writing this, enough dusk was still in the sky that the silhouettes of those Pines were visible. But the dusk had faded to black, and there are no silhouettes left to see. Day is done. 

How’s that, Jasper?