but tonight I watched the sun set.
And like a giant orange stoplight,
it dipped down into the sky,
lingering on it's goodbye, bowing to the night.
Yet unlike a stoplight,
it didn't mean stop.
It didn't go mean go.
It just meant pause.

Pause and watch.
Pause and admire.
Pause and breathe.
Pause and feel.

I am no Wordsworth,
but I don't have to notice every daffodil or call to every owl
to feel the sublimity in the simple act of being alive.