The Colorado sunset this evening captivated us as it melted scarlet into the silver horizon. As we watched the last streaks of pink fade, dark clouds gathered. It began to rain. The moment was ethereal. 

Here is the poem I promised. WHET STONE Whet stone sparkling at the creek bottom, you captivate me through a light prism penetrating the water. Whet stone, you sharpen my senses and strengthen my certitudes of faith. The birds are remembered; the stars are named; hairs are counted; the nations are a drop from a bucket; the islands…