Sunset & Nabokov
Nabokov
Have you ever thought of a sunset as a living poem, each hue a quiet line in the day’s narrative?
Sunset
Yes, I see a sunset as a quiet poem, each shade whispering a line that wraps the day in color and calm.
Nabokov
So what is the line your sunset is whispering to you today?
Sunset
It’s telling me to breathe, let go, and remember that endings can be as beautiful as the first light.
Nabokov
Indeed, breathing is the quiet echo that lets us release what clings, and when we let go we find that each ending can glow as bright as the dawn.