"a land in which it seemed always afternoon"

I just realized that my picture of the sunset, with Dan's silhouette pointing, reminds me of a poem I haven't ever read, except for the first few lines, which I read via Laura Ingalls Wilder. For some reason this is what that pointing silhouette makes me think of.

“COURAGE!” he said, and pointed toward the land,
“This mounting wave will roll us shoreward soon.”

Weird tricks of memory.

(The Lotus-Eaters)