The First Sunrise and Sunset.

The day I was first in the continental U.S. to see the sunrise and sunset, I naturally thought of this poem by Mary Oliver. (Thank you again, Acadia.)
Have you ever seen anything in your life more wonderful than the way the sun, every evening, relaxed and easy, floats toward the horizon and into the clouds or the hills, or the rumpled sea, and is gone– and how it slides again out of the blackness, every morning, on the other side of the world, like a red flower streaming upward on its heavenly oils, say, on a morning in early summer, at its perfect imperial distance– and have you ever felt for anything such wild love– do you think there is anywhere, in any language, a word billowing enough for the pleasure that fills you, as the sun reaches out, as it warms you as you stand there, empty-handed– or have you too turned from this world– or have you too gone crazy for power, for things? -Mary Oliver, “The Sun” [Travel Diaries from Acadia National Park, Maine | July 2017]
Acadia National Park Sunrise 2
Acadia National Park Sunrise 3
Acadia National Park Sunrise 4
Acadia National Park Sunset 1
Acadia National Park Sunset 2
Acadia National Park Sunset 3
Acadia National Park Sunset 4

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