Evening brings an end to the day, but it’s not just a closing chapter—it’s the start of something else, something quieter and sacred.

Nature teaches us this daily rhythm, doesn’t it? Just as the sun dips behind the hills, wrapping up its golden work, it hands the baton to the moon, casting its own gentle light on the world.

When one thing ends, there’s always something waiting in the wings, maybe softer, maybe subtler, but no less vital.

In our lives, too, what we think of as endings are often just the space where new beginnings can unfold.

Every chapter that wraps up—whether it’s a job, a season, or even a relationship—leaves behind a field, freshly plowed, ready for planting.

The sun setting is no tragedy; it’s a promise that tomorrow waits with new growth, fresh steps, and even, sometimes, a chance to start all over again. Embrace the endings; they’re just beginnings in disguise.