Different horizons


Different horizons, make the best sunsets so it seems. Loved standing on the hill and watched the sun go down. The field was open and there were some remainders of what I think was once a barn of some kind. The gate was still up. A fresh breeze complimented the evening at the end of this 4th of July. In far distances I heard rumbles of fireworks. But I think the best were seen in the sunset sky. Beautiful colors turning up their saturation by the minute. It was spectacular. Took deep breath and knew, it’s going to be all right.

Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.
~Matsuo Basho