It is hard to explain, where distance hallow from the mountain pass to swallow the setting sun, stealing it away, the lazy day of summer, the wafting sunlight that once bled across the evergreen-ness of this pasture, fades now in dimming sunset hued silhouette helplessly as a moment soon to be pass. Such familiar, this whelming déjà vu- this lost in a undeniable truth of certainty of seasonal change, soon to be harsh cold winter nights of bitter- sweet song mummers in spells of white blanket covering the plains. What my heart yearns for in these moments, is the surrendering of letting go of this poignant feelings for the falling sun. There is no restitution for my welling sense of loss, there is only yielding complying of the moment. Each sunset leans further away from the north, as it slips down behind the passing of big mountains, illuminating faraway skies and latitude, I say my goodbyes with gratitude.