As end of day shadows turn golden and fade to grey, as I watch you about to leave, I’m already missing you. My eyes try to see you, my ears listen for a moment so that my mind will be able to recall you when I need your light in the middle of each night. The end must happen at the end and a new beginning happens at each beginning.
© Jean Gregory Evans
Canon PowerShot SX20 IS f/4.5 1/400s ISO-80 21mm
Another Fake Lake View