The Nashville Sunset

There’s something special about a Nashville sunset.

 

The bright sound of headlights grow

Dim with the sinking of the succulent sun.

The screams of horns and stoplights,

Of frustration and anxiety,

Of meetings missed and profits lost,

Fade into the soft sky.

 

All that remains is the soft pallete

Painted by the sun,

Cotton candy swirled with lemon zest,

The faint mix of land and sea,

Uncertain colors creating undeniable

Peace.

 

Instead of honking my angry horn

Or ducking my head in frustration

As the stoplight turns to red,

I turn my music down,

Take a strong, certain breath,

And fix my eyes on the

Steeple in the sky.

 

There’s something special about a Nashville sunset.

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