Sailing through the sunset, opening my sails to the winds of soft violets, and soaring through the ocean of pink and orange hue.
What lies beneath me is the descent of an orange sun, that casts its rays into the heavens, set amidst billowing clouds—that offset this radiance with colors of their own, with purples that cascade and mix with the other colors. Such an array of light marks my voyage and journey forwards.
I can taste the air, and its softness then falls behind me, along with milky trails left by the cloud's wake. My eyes turn towards the horizon to drink in the scene set before me, with an occasional glance at the heaven's emerging star-filled galaxies, and the navigation they promise—as the hopes and dreams of what may be and what I may become.
This voyage and the moment to moment experience that it brings shapes my presence and crafts my skill, as I take it upon myself to sail forwards and believe that this journey can be different that what I have known.
All of this occurs, sailing through the sunset, and its brilliance of colors lift my heart and tell me:
"You've only just begun, on this new journey of dreaming, living, and being within the truth of your many colors. Just release your anchor—to form—and cast it free, just let it fall away. Set sail and taste the delight that each shift of movement and tapestry of changing colors brings your way, on this your journey home.