Sunsets are like snowflakes.
Similar on the surface,
yet unique in subtle ways.
Eliciting responses ranging
from the joy-filled delight
of a novice’s first experience
to the quiet appreciation
of the local observer.
Redundancy never an issue.
Time spent at water’s edge, 
watching the sun bid
farewell to the day
is an experience
that never grows stale. 

About Mary Jane

I am a retired English teacher. My husband, Frank, and I have lived on Cape Cod since 2000. I am a lifelong bread baker and writer and have been posting a blog on Falmouth Patch for the last few years. Savory Seasons has been largely devoted to recipes and food in general. I am hoping to expand my focus in this new blog.
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2 Responses to Sunset

  1. Judy Spahn says:

    You expressed exactly what I feel each morning when I see the sunrise, which is every day for me here on Thunder Ridge Ranch. We don’t get to see the sunset as easily, because of lower elevation of our house relative to the hill to the west and the trees that block the view closer to the ground. For me, it’s much as I suspect going to Mass is for Catholics, a time of reverence and thankfulness for life. Thank you for sharing your blog… is lovely.

  2. Mary Jane says:

    Thank you! I really appreciate your comments.

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