Softly the evening came. The sun from the western horizon
like a magician extended his golden wand o’er the landscape;
twinkling vapors arose; and sky and water and forest
seemed all on fire at the touch, and melted and mingled together. ~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Or, to paraphrase Longfellow:
“These sunsets are blowing me away!”
Softly The Evening Came-Frank Frost ©2011