Friday, January 16, 2009
Crayon Colored Sunset
The sunset tonight appeared as if it had been drawn in the sky by a child with a box of crayons. The sun seemed to dominate the horizon with distinct rays eminating outward in shades of yellow and orange. I was witnessing this as I was driving, my view partially obscured by trees, buildings, and power lines. By the time I reached the bridge, a spot with a clear shot down the waterway, the sun had finished setting. The sky was still colorful, but in a matter of minutes the painting had changed. While all sunsets are beautiful, no two are ever precisely the same, just as with all the moments of our lives.