Sunsets have been on my mind recently.
I feel that as the nights draw in, we start to notice sunsets more. The vermilion hues catch our eye on our commute home from work or as we stand at the kitchen sink doing the washing up whilst gazing out the window.
The adjectives to describe a sunset are numerous. I know I’ve been guilty of using every gushing hyperbole in the book, so I won’t even go there.
Apart from the obvious beauty of a sunset, why do I love them so much? Let me try to explain.
A sunset gives me a sense of space.
A sunset gives me a new perspective.
A sunset is time for me to reflect.
A sunset is an adventure waiting in the wings.
A sunset is a promise to myself.
A sunset is making a memory.
A sunset is my present, my past and my future.
A sunset is always a great story.
Just like the time on the island of Ko Pha Ngan, Thailand, when my friend and I watched the sun setting from the beach. As the sun melted into the ocean, two young local boys played in the water with an inflatable air bed. My friend, being unable to resist such larks, strode into the sea and joined in with the jumping and splashing as if he were still eight years old.
The kids shrieked with joy as my friend held the inflatable on the surface of the water so that they could balance on it like a surfboard. They giggled, ducked and dived as he splashed water at them.
I loved how simply the trio came together; from different countries, ages and language. And it was soothing to watch, like all sunsets are; a gentle balm for the soul after a long day.
A sunset allows you to enjoy the moment.
I have made a promise to myself that one day I will be more of a morning person and get up to witness a few sunrises. I would like to see how starting my day with a magnificent sunrise makes me feel. If it’s anything like a cracking sunset, I’m sure it will leave me smiling all day.
Have you witnessed a spectacular sundown? Where was it? How did it make you feel?