The disappearing sun kisses the sky good night.
And we take a deep breath at the memory of another day.
The memories etched in our hearts, while the sun seems to celebrate it’s place in time. 
My guess? Quite satisfied at a job well done.
And I wonder if we are gifted this final canvas for a chance to say goodbye.
Or is it simply moving over to give the moon a turn. 
Wind Kisses, Donna 
Wind Kisses 