Watching the sun as it set over the lake was one of the loveliest features of the summer vacations our family used to spend in northern Michigan. We went each evening to one vantage spot or another to watch the brilliant gold-red ball sink lower in the sky. "Pssssssss," my husband and the children chorused when the lowest tip of the flaming sun appeared to touch the water. And soon the sun had disappeared entirely.
But that was not a signal for us to depart. The finest sight was yet to come. The colors of the sunset spread their long arms out to a waiting sky, and their hues deepened. This afterglow was the part we savored most.
What of the Reader's afterglow?
