Pine Log sunset

I scaled horseshoe ridge,a little slower,a little bit more gingerly,than usual.The late January sunset was in perfect pose,brilliant,made even more brilliant by the clear,pristine,first month cool air.The clouds along the ridge,which it was sinking behind,were transformed into luminous silvers,oranges,gold,purple.Knowing the answer,I wondered if I had made the most of the day,this Pine Log sunset was bringing to an end.I could not stop it,could not slow it,and soon it was sinking out of sight.As it did I could see it's parting effort reflected on the stark,stoic submissive trees,and was greatly moved by the scene.If there was an acknowledgement,it was not visible.It was just a reminder to them that one day a southern whisper would come and the results would be glorious,a new day,a new time.For today,stoicism wins,with an expectation of another sunrise.As I also stoically,turn to leave I am reminded of the lines to a beautiful old song,sang by departed loved ones many years ago,"there's a bright and sunny side of life," "there's a dark and stormy side too." Help me Lord to be patient and allow the dark and stormy days to cause me to appreciate the bright and sunny ones.Soon,these dark,sober days will pass and we will rejoice in the renewing.Until then we wait,like the trees,for the next sunrise.For another chance.