Waiting for me today was a grapy sky, a purplish dusk over titian fields. Then a familiar autumn scent perfumed the air, the fragrant tea olive burst in orange blooms. I ambled and paused a bit, and watched the little ray of sun that lingered on the horizon. I saw an outline of my dream, a vision above the western isles. I held my breath and firmly thought. I have to find my purpose. Embrace my lows and my highs, my weaknesses and strengths, even the creeping darkness and the marvelous sunrise. I have to love life each day. With every sunset as my witness to accomplish something worthwhile.