I took a late evening walk down Old Plantersville Road tonight just as the sun was setting. As you round the curve by the trailer park and walk past the wide open pastures on both sides of the road, the view of Texas sunsets is spectacular. Tonight’s colors of pinks and blues and reds were particularly beautiful and I picked a good spot about halfway to the railroad track to behold the awesome sight.
As I watched the light colors quickly deepen into darker hues, I was reminded of my mom’ s favorite sunset saying: “Well, you can’t paint a sunset. It changes too fast.” I couldn’t possibly count the times I heard her say that – and this was before her memory care days. I can only imagine that a teacher must have made that remark in the one art class my mother took in her entire life. I wonder if that teacher would be stunned to know what an indelible impression she made on one of her students. If Mom found a phrase she liked, she clung to it.
The next thought that came to me was we couldn’t walk off into them either. They change too fast.