Admittedly, I don’t always remember to look around at the world.
I don’t think it’s that uncommon – sometimes, you have to focus inwards, and sort out the minutae of your messy little existence before you can fully appreciate anything more further afield.
But the last sunset I remember (not, I hasten to add, saw) was beautiful. It wasn’t all that meaningful.
It was spectacular, definitely. The sky was streaked with lavender, and there was a line of silver in the distance. The clouds were stunning, and made it look just a little magical.
Not that you really need a description. Just look out of the window at the right time. A sunset is a sunset is a sunset, after all.
I remember looking backwards on a bus, surrounded by people I knew I’d always remember, and I stopped.
I was peaceful. I saw that sun set, and I suddenly was hit with the realisation that I’m not going to be around forever. And that the problems I was facing would resolve themselves, for better or for worse.
It’s true, because they did. I don’t even really remember what most of them were. And I’m still here, when I thought the world was crushing in on me.
Ready to soak in another sunset.
(Image taken from: https://pixabay.com/en/purple-sunset-dusk-sky-pink-lake-691328/)