A Chinese saying goes - "The setting sun is magnificent, but the regret is that by the time we see it, the day will become a memory." When life took a turn around, I spend my evenings looking over the horizon. The Pigeons sat on the wire to welcome the dimming of the day. The sun sets slowly. The evening was brilliant. As the day dies and a memory of life sprouts, I remember the pigeons. They came for a visit.
