Sunsets are like a great end to a book! The beauty of the sunset lives in that we get another if blessed to breathe the next day, and the next, and the next. I remember sunsets. We were blessed to live on a hill growing up and beside another one where the sunsets were the highlight of the day on the other side of the highway. Now, I am blessed to live by a small pond called a lake, and the colors are mirrored from the sky in the water. Purples, deep blues, fire-red in tornado season, and variations of pink are my all time favorite shades.
Sunsets point to completion. We don’t want it to happen but it must. An ending to the beginning. No two are alike…exactly. The clocks are set to it. The children come in for dinner by it. The days plowing comes to an end unless you have bright headlights. The babies give up to sleep and exhaustion creeps toward the blue-collar worker. Dogs bark. Grandparents lock the doors at its end.
Sunsets remind us to reflect. What was lost? What was gained? Were we true to the projects. Did we begin? Did it matter? Are we hungry? Overwhelmed? Peaceful? Hopeful? Who do we miss? Who was there?
Sunsets equate to an exhale for the day. Breathe in like the sunrise and breathe out like the sunset. There can be such wonderful long pauses after the exhale. In meditation it is the space of reflection. So much grace in the sunset, so much emotion, and so much energy released. We can not hoard it or borrow it or replay. If it is taken for granted then it is our own personal loss. I have felt that when working late and inside then to exit to the darkness leaves an emptiness. Those days are sad to me. Too much consumption of personal time. Nothing need ever take up that space of sunset in a day. It is precious.
Sunsets will be there for us whether we care and observe or not. Sunsets answer to no one. Sunsets share with all. Sunsets define the evening sky. They will seem friendly and kind on one continent and bursting with anger on another. What is the mile span of the sunset? Can it be measured? They tempt us and beckon.
Sunsets do not mean the same to everyone. To some it means a darkness begins.
Sunsets were a blessing to me, but I do know it is not that to all. May those who fear be blessed with protection. May the glory and the color and the beauty be understood and not blamed for what they do not do.
Sunset, dusk, sundown, twilight, all synonyms of the same.
Sunset for this day in this place will be 7:42 pm.