The sun was just starting to set
when he suddenly understood.
It was so clear.
He understood these simple truths –
that every sign along the roads
was placed there by a person
who had worked with focus
to finish the task –
that every part in every passing car
was installed by a person
with a hard-working heart
and hands that sometimes held other hands –
that every shirt on every driver’s back
was made by workers in a factory
who often found satisfaction
in producing a simple but splendid shirt –
that every clock in every house
holds millions of special moments –
that the setting sun is glorious
whether anyone notices it or not.
