Sunsets

I see sunrises almost every morning. Their beauty takes me to all kinds of places for inspiration, awe and sheer beauty. But enjoying a sunset is rare for me. It seems I am always busy cooking dinner, and the sun slips down without a sound to alert me.

It’s a shame to miss the stunning event. So I plan to figure out a way to be present when the sun sets. There’s just something about a sunset that touches the spirit, and I am on a quest to enjoy at least one spirit-touching happening each day. Until I meet up with a sunset, I will contemplate the words of Olivia Howard Dunbar written in “The Shell of Sense.”

The pale stars were sliding into their places. The whispering of the leaves was almost hushed. All about them it was still and shadowy and sweet. It was that wonderful moment when, for lack of a visible horizon, the not yet darkened world seems infinitely greater—a moment when anything can happen, anything be believed in.    ― Olivia Howard Dunbar, The Shell of Sense

It may well be true that a sunset is a “wonderful moment when anything can happen, anything be believed in.”