 Forget
for a moment the swirling Maelstrom of Life about you. Picture yourself
alone at Sunset. Behold far off in the distant sky, the Sun in all
its glory is going to rest. A blaze of light, a dazzling myriad effect
of color as the sun, a ball of fire sinks slowly below the horizon.
And then, between the setting of the sun and the falling of the shades
of night, the colors fade to tints, -- remembrances as it were of a former
brilliance. Know now the infinite rest that comes only with the divine
quiet of that all too fleeting hour at twilight. Then a little rustle,
a movement of the leaves and tree boughs as the breeze rising with the
coming of the dusk sweeps o'er the land and sea. An echo here, a
reminiscense there and an answer from all Nature in tune, as the Sun's
last dim rays fade in the distance, -- and night falls; -- A Japanese Sunset.
-- Russell O. Weiss |