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Where I Am
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A Traveler's Experience As the embers of the day
Die out along the westward range,
Patches of smoky clouds
Rapidly rise overhead
Below where I am
There they merge into the black of night moving in
I think of a candle
In my quiet little den
Going out, I needn't
Close my eyes
Dreaming my way back to the sunset
Then forward to the dawn ahead
But only in these moments -
Wisps of smoke rising,
Wick kissing a wax puddle -
Do I take full account of where I am
The way you tie the fading
The way you tie the fading light to self‑awareness is powerful. Those quiet moments between sunset and dawn really do reveal where we stand.