My love story with sunsets started back in college. The days were dark..as in not literally, more like the light inside me was low, did not shine as bright, did not light things around as much. So I wander off to be alone, sit in the farmland beyond college grounds or on the steps of this small lake after the day’s lecture were done. Open skies..big summer setting sun..myriad of colors..mixed with the red brick houses all around. It was a sight that cannot be forgotten, if you but take a minute to watch. I watched the wonder that is nature day in, day out..Mesmerized. The fiery red, soothing yellow, glowing orange, endless black, diminishing blue..gave me hope, soothed the wounded me, calmed the racing mind.
That time is long gone, those days are long done with..but the love still remains..as strong as ever. I don’t have any pictures of the sunset back then. I did not have a camera back in the day and I will never go back to click a picture. But I see it in my mind’s eye and enjoy it as much as then. And cherish every sunset the same way. They are so different every day. But so very different at all the places I visit. So here is me chasing a love of mine.
Watching the colors and setting sun play hide and seek within tree branches. Another dimension added to the spectacle.
Watching the way the cloud formation change not only shape but color. Clouds make sunsets all the more beautiful by filtering the colors.
Watching the unadulterated colors of sunset. Nothing in between. Just pure sun and the drama it creates as it finishes it journey for the day.
Watching how the lack of light creates silhouettes of everything. Nothing in visible clearly. Heightening the sense of colors of the sky even more.
Watching the ride into the sunset, wishing was able to be part of it, knowing full well it is the imagination which is what makes the ride oh so beautiful.
Watching the effect the sun and its setting light have on the tall buildings of a bustling city. How everything looks like holding its breath.
Watching the clouds form a pillow to catch the sun from falling down. Alas the all-powerful sun stop for no one.
Watching the ocean embrace the sun, lapping it with waves, which changes hues as the sun descends.
Watching the silvery white snow turn to white gold.
Watching the setting sun way back in the horizon while journeying in man-made contraption at top speed.