Everything Seems Beautiful When It’s Coming to an End

Every evening, on my way home,
I lift my eyes to the rearview mirror
to catch the beauty of the sunset.

With every mile forward,
I long to stop the car
and chase what’s behind me.

But I know, by the time I get there,
the horizon will have crushed it into darkness,
and my feet will ache for nothing.

So I ignore the longing
and follow the whisper in my heart.
It tells me—

Keep moving forward.
Sunrise lies ahead.