The sun nestles itself within the vast horizon,
stretching out like an ethereal ember;
it’s delicate light echoes throughout the landscape.

It ricochets from hilltop to hilltop
on a tenacious voyage to touch
each soft mound with its warmth.

It will not rest, rays of light like sprawling fingers—
greedy to grope everything within its reach,
until at last, in one final heaving breath, the sun falls

behind that fabled line that dispels day from night.
Yet, its light continues, even in the darkness—
because absence, you see, is just another type of presence.