i would ve thought that the morning or perhaps the bustling Sun-drenched afternoon was the most beautiful part of the day. I would ve thought the sound of laughing, hysterically happy children running into or away from the ocean would, without convention, ve won the award for the best part of the day. But just before i turned in my ballot and cast my vote in the poll, the wisdom of the evening slipped up on the stage. The early morning entertainment and the bustling sounds of the afternoon had distracted me. Now i looked over in the distance as the sun began its descent. I noticed that the crescendo of the concert is always reserved for the closing. How had i not noticed that the sun had changed her sundress to an evening gown, full of color and grandeur. The grace of a closing day is far greater than the uncertainty of morning. However, the next time u get a chance to notice a sun burst into its neon rainbow and curtsy before setting in the west, u ll scratch out ur early scribbling and recast ur vote. For the most beautiful part of the day
Posted on: Thu, 10 Oct 2013 09:39:10 +0000
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