Tonight's Sunset, the 11th

42; and it feels like a wet refrigerator outside.

I’m hunkered down on shore, sipping hot coffee. A driving wind pushes a mist in my face as I anxiously await a glimpse of the setting sun.

A gaggle of geese honks it's way across the thin ice and settles down for the night.

Soon, grey turns into dark turns into brightly colored dreams.

Oh, sweet and precious sleep … even if only on thin ice.