A new day will come

On the horizon, the fiery, warm sunset burns out its last minutes, ending another day for millions of people. How many
human mistakes accumulate by the end of any day, and how sometimes the only way to correct them is hidden in a new day! And so we always rely on it, wait; it comes, and we make the same mistakes as before... And so day after day. But sometimes there are evenings that you want with all your might to stop, to keep longer, not to let go -
this happens when you are dreaming about something or when you say goodbye to something very important to you - to a favorite
place, for example, farewell to which means farewell to a certain period of life. And suddenly at such moments
you feel that someday, after many, many new days, you will return here. And then an incomprehensible warmth and thirst to act, to live, to return one wonderful day, spreads in the soul... To return to where a lonely pine tree stands on a small meadow and birches rustle, and in July fireweed blooms with lilac flowers. It will not happen soon, and to return to the same place in all respects is an illusion, because every moment we live is unique, but the illusion is very pleasant... In a few moments, the last ray of the sun, reflected on the wing of a soaring eagle, will burn out, and it will begin to get dark. But soon there will be a new day, which, perhaps, will bring new acquaintances, activities, places that will also become familiar and close...