The time of day when the sun slides behind the horizon, pulling the day’s light behind it.
When time is suspended, between the end of this day and our approaching awareness of the one to come.
A soft time of light… not as harsh as our “should have” and “could have” awareness of a day with no second chances.
Like the forever horizon, will our lives reach forever, our days beyond measure? Or do we number them?
What did we do with our today, how will we use our tomorrow?
In response to the 2020 Photo Challenge #14 – Horizontal Lines