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“Lydia can't see it from the dark place where she is, but she can sense it. She knows that it's the perfect time of day out there in the desert. She imagines the colors making a show of themselves outside. The glittering gray pavement, the aching red land. The colors streaking flamboyantly across the sky. When she closes her eyes, she can see them, the paint in the firmament. Dazzling. Purple, yellow, orange, pink, and blue. She can see those perfect colors, hot and bright, a feathered headdress. Beneath, the landscape stretches out its arms.”

“And face-to-face with the lush vineyard, I feel my worries melt away. The grapes glow with that magical golden sunlight, but from here, it feels far more real. I turn and turn, drinking in the sights of the green vines, thick with plump grapes, the same sage green as the broad leaves fluttering in the breeze. Dusty paths stretch between the rows, and I want to walk through them forever, listening to the almost-quiet of this strange, beautiful world.”

“It was a glorious evening, the sun seeming to hesitate in the process of setting, as if it couldn't bear to end the day. It was teetering on the horizon, throwing ribbons of pink and mauve across the sky like life ropes, and the air was sweet with jasmine. They'd brought the white cane chairs down from the house, and Anthony, having spent the afternoon entertaining the girls, had finally opened the newspaper he'd brought with him, only to fall into a doze behind it. Edwina, the new puppy, was leaping about at Eleanor's feet, pouncing on a ball the girls had found for her, and Eleanor was rolling it gently along the cooling lawn, laughing fondly as the puppy tripped over her ears to fetch it back. She was teasing the little dog, lifting the ball just out of reach for the pleasure of seeing her balance on her hind legs, cycle her little paws in the air, and then snap at it with her teeth. They were sharp teeth. The puppy had already managed to tear holes in most of Eleanor's stockings. Darling little menace, she had a sixth sense for rooting out the things she shouldn't have, but it was impossible to be cross with her. She only had to look up with those big brown eyes and cock her head just so and Eleanor melted. She'd wanted a dog when she was a girl, but her mother had declared them "filthy beasts" and that was that.”

“Not everyone has to ride off into the sunset with a man. Some of us just want a tan.”

“The blood of the setting sun suddenly spilled out on the western horizon like that of millions of people who have died in some violent war that has broken out between Earth and Heaven. Suddenly the war ended in defeat and all-embracing darkness descended and pervaded all four corners of the globe, wiping out the sadness and shyness that was in her eyes.”

“It is a conundrum, this reality of which we speak. And if you do not find joy in the puzzle itself, you will only have isolated moments of stamped-and-approved joy ("I graduated!" "I got the job!" "I'm getting married!" "I won the prize!" "See, I have the picture!" "It's posted online!" "It got so many likes!") and those scrumptious, unexpected ones that take you by surprise-- a sunset, a leaf dancing in the wind, a baby's glee with a wayward bubble, fireworks. As I often say, I am ultimately drawn to-- and stay closest to-- the people who can be satisfied with a state of dissatisfaction, who can find joy in the puzzle itself, who want to play with the puzzle--gnaw on the conundrum--more than they want to finish it.”

“All love is alike, knowing no season, sun, or clime, but that damn sun does represent lovers’ ever-changing time. Why does it rise to show lovers nothing lasts? Does it not see those lovers and think, ‘I can eclipse and darken them with a wink. I could kill all love by rising and sending them to their forlorn pasts. I can make them for each other pine, and wait and wait as I rise and set. HA! Buffoons, they are all mine. And every time I shine they owe me a debt.”

“Outside the window, a bank of clouds appeared on the horizon, inching slowly across the sky, finally slipping across the Moon and blocking out its radiant light. As he clicked off his overhead light, he turned his eyes one last time to the heavens. Outside, in the newly fallen darkness, the world had been transformed. The sky had become a glistening tapestry of stars.”

“In the quiet river bathed with sunset, memories become lanterns in the heart. Those days float as laughters of light, tender, holding cups of warmth. You may wonder, what memories are. They are the keeper of forgotten days, holding the scent of yesteryears, long gone. As sunset kisses the river, there fly the memories, the melodies, the forgotten songs. It is time to tell that beauty isn't always loud, to speak of power. Sometimes, it is tender, sometimes quiet, yet, echoes all around.”

“Gaze deeply as the sky unfolds from daylight into crimson. Remain in awe at how the sky blushes as the sun leaves its farewell touch behind. Like the unfolding of day and night, you too unfold from season to season, moment to moment. Who you were a day ago is altered into who you are now. Who you are today will be altered into who you will be tomorrow. This alteration brings in the metamorphosis of the soul.”

“Let me tell you about the dawn, the birds, and the opening buds, so you will feel hope in your veins; Let me tell you about the sunsets, the stars, and the whispers of night, so you will sense love in your deep; Let me tell you about the flowers that refuse to die even on the desert sands, and you will know endurance in your bones; Let me tell you about the love affair of sunset and sunrise, so you will know, that night only melts to mingle with the day. Let me tell you, this is the grand love affair of something called life.”

“Let me tell you about the dawn, the birds, and the opening buds, so you will feel hope in your veins; Let me tell you about the sunsets, the stars, and the whispers of night, so you will sense love in your deep; Let me tell you about the flowers that refuse to die even on the desert sands, and you will know endurance in your bones; Let me tell you about the story of sunset and sunrise, so you will know, that night only melts to mingle with the day. Let me tell you, this is the grand love affair of something called life.”