As the Sun Slowly Sets in the West

Four Traveling Macs


         Staring out the window, I watch the sun as it slowly sets in the west. It is a hazy, late summer day, and I am behind the wheel. On the last leg of a long trip, we are nearing home.
         “Look girls,” I say.  “Over there, by the mountains.  See the sun, it’s setting.”
         “Ooh, pretty,” the youngest answers me, as she sits on her booster seat and looks out her rear window.
         The hazy atmosphere mixed with the radiant colors of the setting sun give the sky a particularly memorable brilliance.  It is a remarkably memorable moment in time.
         “That’s quite a sunset,” Elizabeth replies from the passenger’s seat, as her hand finds its way to my knee.

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