Piercing windows,
Shattered smells,
There is too much glory here
The greens are dark in front backlit by a brimming and vibrant green redux.
Leaves glimmer in the setting light
They are imbued with an otherworldiness by embers of dying wind.
The sun setting in the summer is a time frozen. The light is wild in the western sky and staid flames of a buried sun even out behind remnant clouds.
We are already done; it is already finished.
It’s frozen, but soon I look again and the outline is dark, the night well endowed.
Accept all things, but not passively or stoically. You live. You are alive, you are with life.
No, accept with reflection and doubt and pain and hurt. Accept all things as only you can, as a human.
Anew Principium 