Sunrise, sunset. Swiftly flow the days. Seedlings turn overnight to sunflowers. Blossoming even as they gaze. Sunrise, sunset. Swiftly fly the years. One season following another, laden with happiness and tears. – Lyrics by Sheldon Harnick and music by Jerry Bock, from “Fiddler on the roof.
Where in Timbuktu Did May Disappear?
I looked at the calendar this month and saw that the end of the month was only a few days away.
I didn’t realize I had seen that many sunrises and sunsets. I’m not always successful but I try to catch them both.
One means the start of a new day
and the other means I survived whatever the day brought my way.