Sublime Sunset.

The sight of the sun in the season of late fall and winter is uncommon and the vision of sunsets almost absent. Setting early in the afternoons, the sun is very elusive, gone long before I return home.

The golden disk lies ever so low in the sky and as fall becomes winter, it moves to the southwest, no longer setting over a natural horizon. Still, if I am lucky to be home on a sunny day and the conditions are right, I get to see a glimpse of it as it slowly disappears behind the hills lying in the south. As it shifts out of sight, the birch trees and farms in my view become dark silhouettes on a canvas of silver. Like a gentle painter, the sun leaves behind brush strokes of warm colours on the evening sky for a short instance, before submerging us in dense darkness yet again, without any promises to return...