You gaze at the sunset on the family farm. The clouds surround the horizon in pink and purple tones. It’s almost as if you were looking at a photographic or film. The farm splits into pale green hills. The tall summer grass moves with a slight breeze passing between you and a golden horizon. The smell of tobacco leaves fills the summer air. The bails of hay rest upon a grassy field, soaking in the warmth of the sunlight. The old barn with its open doors allows the horses to retire to the stables. The rooster leads the hens into the coop for a long nights rest. Fireflies graze the tips of your fingers. The brilliance of the sunset kisses you and the farm with tranquility. Heaven's light can always touch the earth, holding it within the palm of its hands.
