“Riding along, singing a song, maybe, or at least, whistling a tune, when moving (read: slowly walking) towards the setting sun“ Gun Roswell

On the country road, towards the setting sun

“The time, is now,” to me, said the pasturing cow
“To enjoy, this very moment, when the sun, is about to set,
For tomorrow, another set of sorrows, will surely follow,
So do not hesitate, go, move, crawl, walk, run,
What ever it takes, just enjoy, this time, of the setting sun!”

It was the most and also quite likely, also the best set of any kind of advice
I had ever received, and so, without further thought, I did then and there, decide
To take up, on that very suggestion, and there on, without any further hesitation
I took the first step, on the very long length, of this road, on the country side
And started walking, way, way out there, towards the setting of the sun, divine