As the brisk wind blows the sun past the horizon, i stumble through the streets losing sight in the dusk. It was right there, before my eyes, twinkling for MY anticipation, but slipped , into the last rays of the sun, when carried beyond the horizon. No sense did this make to a logical mind, believing it can’t be gone! So i stumbled and continued to search as the night grew black. When dawn arrived, the creatures spoke in unison. The message was, for me to know, that the vanishing was the illusion; It was and will always be, right there in front of my face.