when the sun sits low in the dry evening sky

when the sun sits low in the dry evening sky, that's when you'll find me. or, more precisely, that seems to be when i find me. i know, i know - sunset? cliche much? but, hey, i never claimed to be better. i like power ballads and romantic comedies too. sue me.

i wish, anyway, it was something less cliche that reeled me back in. i can remember other days, other seasons, when i could find it everywhere. i could find it in the first bite of my bowl of cereal in the morning. i could find it in the dust and sweat-soaked smell of my baseball glove. i could find it splashing in the air swirling in my car on the drive home from work.

but there are certain seasons when it takes something a bit more obvious. that's grace too, by the way. sometimes the sheep get lost in the next field over, and all they need is a whisper call. sometimes, though, they're deep in the canyon, and that's when we call for the obvious. a search party, flares in the sky, burst like sunsets, until our eyes finally meet again, shepherd and sheep, love and beloved.

the challenge is to not get too cynical. to where you can't won't let yourself smile when you suddenly realize the sun is sitting low in the dry evening sky. and it was made just for you. tonight, i decided to smile. and rest. too tired to be cynical. only thankful that the shepherd's not above a good, obvious sign every now and again.