One of the things I have most enjoyed here in Seattle is the sunset.
I forgot about that during the long dark winter, when the sky did nothing but make me wet for the last 9 months 🙂
But here we are at the end of May when spring is springing and the days are getting longer and longer, and around 8 pm the sky light is something to truly see.
I feel like it calls to me, as I am driving home at the end of the day. It lures me from behind the pines. I find it to be a holy moment when I have the opportunity to stand in my backyard and admire the peace and the majesty of such a sweet moment. The clouds and colors stretch out above the trees so quietly. Even the birds can’t help but to fly straight into the soft orange light. Although we are approaching summer, it almost always feels like it just rained here in Seattle – whether it did or didn’t – and that after-rain feeling makes the moment that much more beautiful. Pure and delightful. I can smell it, I can feel it, I can take in that last bit of sunlight for today straight to my heart.
That light feels like God to me – like Heaven itself embracing me, including me as part of this sacred moment. Thank you, dear sky, for refreshing my Soul.