Last night I found out that a dear friend of mine died. She helped me through a difficult time in my life, took me in when I had no place to go, and I can’t imagine life without her. I went outside to feed the horses, and I brought the dogs with me not knowing how to deal with this; so I stuck with my routine.
I went up to Harley crying a little, and he nickered gently in my ear before giving me one of his hugs. Chaco continued munching on his hay while watching us. I went to go get some hay, and as I was walking back it all began.
The sun hit that sweet spot on the horizon that lit up the peaks of the Cimmaron’s and the Sneffels in the richest alpenglow I’ve ever seen. I couldn’t move it was so beautiful. I felt like I was witnessing something beyond the normal; magic. The clouds above me were filled with ribbons of reds and purples. Geese sailed through the sky while the air sung beneath their outstretched wings. A pair of owls hooted in the cottonwoods across the street as the sunset increased its depth and vibrancy.
I remembered a similar night many years ago. I was about to go into a sweat lodge with my uncle when the sun hit that sweet spot. I stood in the dancing grass on the plains watching light and colors dancing through the thunderheads when Marie came up behind me and said, “Watch it close, because you’ll never see it again.” She said that a lot to me, and I do watch it all closely because of her.
I whispered her words to the horses, dogs, geese and owls, “Watch it close guys, because you will never see this again.” With that, the light switch went off, and the sun was gone.
I walked to the gate when I felt Chaco following me. I turned to face him, and he gave me one of his sweet, loving nuzzles.