Tiffany sunset...

Sunset outside last Saturday, the first warm day of Spring and from across the usual field. I just stood and watched unable to move for a while as the clouds changed, then changed, then changed again. Deep orange and purple, light orange and lilac. Tiffany lamp colours, the colours of the lamp in our kitchen. That lamp that Gaynor so carefully wrapped and packed in her suitcase bringing it home safely from America all those years ago.

Then, moving inside the cottage I found that the sunset had crept indoors and repainted the seascape that rests uneasily on the kitchen wall, picking up the shadows of the glass wind chimes that hang in our window. The wind chimes that I so carefully wrapped and packed in my suitcase bringing them home safely from America so long ago. Happier days? Yes, happier days.

Remembering, I stood and watched the light play on the wall until it faded to dark and disappearance.

You can’t wrap up the sunset and pack it carefully in your suitcase to bring it home to keep. You may remember, keep it close, but in the end memories fade and what have you then in the dark and disappearance?

Yes, what have you then - an empty suitcase?
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