In the days of my youth, as the summer day began its evening surrender I would often look to the west before the gloaming.
The sky seemed so vivid then, purples and oranges ablaze as the sun left us to light up the other side of the world. Contrails fading from sight as birds chirped their farewell calls. Streetlights and porch lights pressed into their nightly service. Dirty hands and knees headed for home to the aromas of various family dinners on the tables waiting for all to gather.
I recall at that age telling myself to never forget these images, to tuck them away in the back of my mind. In those brief moments many summers past nothing else mattered.
Sunsets of innocence, till I see you again.