Argghhhh! What a cliché! “Watching the sunset“…..really? I cringe as I write this, but I will ramble onwards because I hope I can make a somewhat graceful point by the end of this paragraph. So the thing is, I have a window. This window faces exactly towards the point where the sun sets every day. For years I’ve known this, and for years I’ve ignored it. I suppose we tend to take for granted the things we are certain will happen again tomorrow.
But once I was on my own, I had so much time, and as it often happens, when you have time, you become more observant, more sensitive, and much more aware. Nothing has changed in my home, but you certainly process the exact same things slightly differently. So now, I acknowledge the presence of the sun every day as it shows up at the top left hand corner of my window. It seems to stay there for a bit, swelling up, and then it slowly commences a slanted pilgrimage towards the bottom right hand corner. This whole process takes between 30 minutes to an hour depending on the time of year. As the sun descends, its rays light up these flamboyantly beautiful colors across a sky that had been so humble throughout the day. And now it’s lit in breathtaking blues, pinks, yellows, and every shade in between. The images are not static, and the colors slowly blend like whispers into each other, creating completely different patterns as far as the eye can see. It is magical. And the fact that it happens every day, is a gift.
If you have not yet received your gift, please proceed tomorrow to your nearest visible horizon to claim your prize.
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