Memories glowed and hovered like dust motes in life’s late afternoon light. All the disappointments and struggles which had burnt so much at the time but which had ultimately been overcome pulsed the brightest and sweetest. These were the moments which had elevated his life above a mass produced and mass consumed narrative to poetry.
And now this dust of dreams began to settle. Constellations of love and life falling over his consciousness. Slowly at first but faster now, cocooning him in light.
As always, the sunset ahead of him was only somewhere else’s sunrise seen from the other side.
Thorin's Think Space 