Mentor Sun

The quiet at the days end matches the quiet at the day's dawn—alone, perhaps with thoughts or blank meditations, with all things ahead and all things behind. Points in time much like the day before and the day a-coming, I feel a comfort that the cycles of existance may vary in many ways but stay alike in the waking and the settling of things. Like my friend the sun, who is in the river of my wrists, I have more than enough time to pair these points into a splendid arc for the sun's course. Now I turn to the task of living, knowing that until it ends I have two points in time daily to be just like the sun, my mentor.