Time Measured In Sunsets...
I often wonder what time sounds like. Not the man made kind...that is measured with a clock...tick tock...tick tock...but actual time. Unrestrained by the chains that we have placed upon it for our own purposes of measuring it to fit into our idea of what it should be.
After thinking about this for awhile...and to me...I think time sounds like nature's lullaby.
Like the ocean tide as it moves in and out along the shore...playing keep away with the seagulls and crabs.
Or the gentle wind dancing through the trees...as it caresses the leaves on it's way to somewhere else.
Or the sprinkles of a light and gentle rain...falling like tiny kisses against your skin...almost like whispers...that quickly evaporate before you can brush them away.
Or the first real snowfall of the season...when the world is frosted in fluffy flakes of wonderfulness...as they drift down into piles of crunchy goodness.
But most of all...I think time is reminiscent of a beautiful sunset...multi-colored...silent and loud...all at the same time...yet almost seemingly frozen in time...as it hangs in the sky...whispering it's day to anyone who wishes to listen. A true symphony. A masterpiece of emotion...sound...and color...that is like a moving piece of art...that is determined to paint the sky in such a way...as to never be forgotten by the lucky souls who get to witness it's sky painting for a small sliver of time in paradise. A moment that is frozen...if even just for too brief a moment...before it vanishes into the past...taking it's secrets with it...so that it's moment in time can never be seen or heard again...unless you manage to capture it's brilliance on video...or in a photograph.
A photograph or video in time...that is frozen...just like a museum painting...or a silent documentary...yet far more priceless than we could ever imagine.
To me...time measured in sunsets will always be the sweetest sound of them all.