When you've got nothing else, there's always a sunset or two.

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I feel sad for Sarge and his Clan du Départ.  I know he's grieving over a loss within his immediate family.  I offered my prayers, and I was sincere in that, yet I know a prayer or two won't take away any real hurt.  Unfortunately, only the usual remedy can allow a joyful spirit to re-emerge, that being time and the release through whatever emotional expressions might come their way.  I will sit outside in a while, watching whatever sunset comes my way tonight out here on the West Coast, and say another prayer for the Naviguesser, his family, and the other wonderful cast of characters within Sarge's extended household.

Contrails in the sunset

Sunset means an ending to one day, but that there's hope for the new one.  It’s the turning of a page. Like the metaphorical and psychological act of going through a some sort of door, but on a much larger scale. We can put the troubles of the day behind us and move on, perhaps even get some rest. 

It's a beautiful time of day, that starts when the sun sets and ends with the first stars coming out.  It's my favorite time, yet it’s not possible to fully describe the sense of wonder, awe, and especially the gratitude for being a part of such a miraculous experience.

If you're so moved, please keep the Clan du Sarge in your thoughts and help them soar.

Sarge, my best to all of you and I hope your sadness lifts soon and easily.