Sunsets

One of my favorite memories of my grandmother was sitting on the front porch of my childhood home and watching the sunset.  We had pulled up two chairs and relaxed as we watched the light blue sky slowly turn pink, orange and red.  The clouds floated across the sky like puffs of smoke slowly painting the horizon.  Nothing can compare to the awe and silence a perfect sunset can bring to my heart.  My grandmother and I didn't speak for the entire time the sun was going down.  We didn't need to, the sunset said everything that needed to be said.  Every time I see a sunset I remember the time I spent with my grandmother and the perfect communication we had between God, nature and a woman and a child.  Sometimes words are not necessary.