Every day a new picture is painted and framed, held up for half an hour, in such lights as the Great Artist chooses, and then withdrawn, and the curtain falls. And then the sun goes down, and long the afterglow gives light.
When a great life sets it leaves an afterglow on the sky far into the night.
Let my thoughts come to you, when I am gone, like the afterglow of sunset at the margin of starry silence.
In that dilated moment after sunset when the sky holds all the light.
I think there are different kinds of happiness. We know when we're happy a lot of the time, but then there are those moments that have more of an afterglow, when the happiness has more depth.
There's a feeling of elation that comes after getting off stage and then there's a feeling of utter sadness that comes after getting off the stage.
Now the only thing I miss about sex is the cigarette afterward. Next to the first one in the morning, it's the best one of all. It tasted so good that even if I had been frigid I would have pretended otherwise just to be able to smoke it.
Few things parallel the bonding that occurs post-performance when congratulatory remarks are awarded, regrets are confessed, and gossip is exchanged.
