sunset blue

Sunset Blue

The day exhales.

Colors soften into each other—

amber fading into violet,

a deepening blue that holds

both the warmth of what was

and the hush of what’s next.

I’ve been walking toward something new,

though I’m not sure I could name it.

It waits somewhere

beyond the curve of night—

not urgent,

but certain.

Behind me,

what once felt endless now settles,

gently folding into itself.

No regrets—

just the quiet recognition

that not everything meant to stay

is supposed to.

There’s a pause here,

in the in-between,

where endings and beginnings

blur at the edges.

It asks for nothing

but presence.

So I watch the last light drift,

feel the cool settle in,

and let myself belong to this moment—

not reaching,

not rushing.

The next sunrise will come.

But tonight,

there is only this sky,

this breath,

this soft, impossible blue.