But, it was not to be, that home on a bluff where I could relax at the end of the day and absorb the dying colors of the day, no trees or buildings to block my view. Just pure color--painted differently each evening.

So, while I may still dream about my house on a bluff, I find myself sneaking outside where I now live--each morning and night to wonder at the light that paints not only the sky but also colors the houses and trees around me. And I know there is still much to do between the sunrises and sunsets.

Happy music and art, Cinder LeDell