Keeping count

Driving home tonight there was the most wonderful sunset, bright orange sun with deep blue sky and light fluffy clouds picking up the red hue from the wonderful light.

I found myself trying to calculate how many sunsets I had left if I was lucky.

whiskeyriver's on the same wavelength as he quotes this:

For the Anniversary of My Death
Every year without knowing it I have passed the day
When the last fires will wave to me
And the silence will set out
Tireless traveler
Like the beam of a lightless star
Then I will no longer
Find myself in life as in a strange garment
Surprised at the earth
And the love of one woman
And the shamelessness of men
As today writing after three days of rain
Hearing the wren sing and the falling cease
And boding not knowing to what.

- W.S. Merwin