Always Always Looking for a Sunset

Always always looking for a sunset. This one. The summer night is rich with the scent of mimosa blossoms. I breathe deeply. I take it all in...the summery scent, heat, sky. I taste the deep red wine, see the fiery-pink skies, touch the velvety-soft cheek of a baby girl and hear the giggles and splashes of little ones playing in water. I feel alone. I am alone but not really. My dearest savior is closer than my breath, knows my heart like no other, understands my thoughts before they are formed. He is always there. He is always present. Always.