Whether you’re sitting on a ridge,
Leaning against a tree,
Propped against a rock,
Resting on a bench,
Or rocking in a chair.
It doesn’t matter.
It’s all good,
And you can watch it unfold every day.
The Sun falls
Onto the horizon.
And then,
Disappears.
It happens differently everywhere.
But in the mountains,
A final burst of light,
Comes before the night.
It’s called Alpenglow.
For a brief moment,
Distant peaks come to life.
Mutedly brilliant,
Spectacular, and subtly bright.
Then,
The shadows take over.
After a short time,
They melt together,
Into a big invisible mass,
And finally, just disappear.
At that point,
The night is in control.
Light and color take a much deserved rest.
A first star appears,
The day is done,
Gone the sun.
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