A Sunset

There is something about the sun setting. Some ethereal power it imbues. This picture doesn't even do it justice, it only serves to remind us of that feeling. It is both a feeling of time's limitless and its inevitable end. The sun has stood and will stand well beyond my short life. It is timeless, from my perspective at least, while I am not.

But none of that seems to matter in the warm yellow light of the setting sun.

If you sit for awhile and watch the sun sink beyond the horizon, it can feel as if life has imperceptibly slowed, and the meaning of every moment is lent added significance by the sun's preternatural light. One is truly alive in a moment like this because one is truly living in the moment. Thoughts and actions may distract, but the depths of the soul are stirred below the surface of our unceasing thoughts. The simplicity of light becoming dark, of shadows swallowing the earth whole in their cool indigo silhouettes, of the sky's radiance as it breaks into the diffusions of the rainbow, all of this opens the mind to see not with the eyes but with the heart. And in allowing the heart to see, the mind is provided with the knowledge that there is depth to life, if only in its awesome beauty.