Sunset Chaser

Once again I find myself running towards the sunset. No matter where I am or what I am doing it is the light cascading through the clouds that calls my name.

A voice I hope never to tame. When I am with a sunset there is no me, all time fades away - all that remains is tranquility and the pure beauty serenity leaves in each of my footprints. As the sky darkens, it also pulls the cover I have up away, allowing for everything but love to be tripped away.

The most ultimate reflection of not only my day, but of all the dreams I refuse to hide away.

I remember my grandpa and my gran, I remember the way Mick used to hold my hand , Beni playing in the sand, the Bowenator and the presence she would command. Glen for all the times he made time to be an extra man that I called my dad. But after all this, the disappearing sky reflecting all the loved ones I have lost, sunsets don't make me sad, they make me humble.

Washing over every piece of me as the clouds clearly reflect my serenity

I hope if there is one thing I am remembered for, it is standing here at the foreshore chasing the sunset. A living legacy.