At dusk I studied the sun, and as it vanished,
I thought of what a romantic hero it had served as.
I felt as small as the toothpick trees that seemed to coward at its feet.
I embraced it standing along side of it for as long as I could be for it was once again was rendered useless.
After the last of its warmth had left me I felt alone.
But when I arose the next morning honor found me with the knowledge of how to turn the next fourteen hours of its glory into a difference.