I was probably driving a bit too fast. But I was eager to get home. “Why are you in such a hurry?” asked my son.
“I’ve got to get home to catch that wonderful pink sunset.” I said.
“But Dad, it’s just a sunset.”
“Oh no,” I said, “It’s not just a sunset, my boy. It’s an event.”
I love the still and the cool of dusk. I love to stand outside in the glow and watch the sun as she yawns and falls to sleep behind the comfort of the horizon. I love to feel the magical phosphorescence rendered by her retirement as she bids a final farewell to the day.
The experience of sunset always feels new to me. The transition to night re-energizes my spirit and brings to life all of the subtleties that the daylight hides. Thoughts of passion and romantic love come alive in my evening. Fears subside and possibilities abound.
Day 24 Guide
It’s wonderful to never tire of certain experiences.
© 2006, Levi Hill