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09/24/08 - (2)
Sundowns
Tonight, just into my 7:20 flight out of Minneapolis, Returning from the north country's glories, I'm already sensing a melancholy emptiness Welling in the pit of my spirit, Threatening to make me soul-sick for Wisconsin.
Off to my right, a striated layer of colossal light, Ranging hundreds of miles along the western horizon, Hypnotizes the sky, with its voluptuous pastel hues — Reds, pinks, roses, oranges, peaches, purples, indigos, violets — Lending, to twilight's denouement, a spectacular coda.
Tracking it halfway back to St. Louis, I no longer feel so disconsolate, somber, lonely, As though that elongated glow, seen at 31,000 feet, Were following me, guiding me home, While tying my heart to Lake Nebagamon,
Where, for five of the last six evenings, I watched the sun descend into forests bordering the water, On whose shores I stood ravished, breathless, More certain than ever before That, finally, I'd found the locus of my life's quest.
09/24/08 - (2)
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