It’s a slow, quiet progression of a faraway star scrolling downward through a multi-colored sky.
A sunset is the gradual sinking of yellow beyond a dark border, the noiseless descent of radiant energy slipping past our point of view.
It is marked by vibrant pinks, dazzling gold-lined clouds, and untamed oranges that fade into wispy violet, and disappears into the inky stain of true purple and finally, winks out of sight beyond a black curtain embroidered with lacey white constellations.
A sunset is hope, the reminder that our darkest hours are upon us only because we are beyond the view of the light that guides us; that they will only last as long as it takes for hope to rise again on a different horizon.
The noise and passion and fire associated with a sunset lives exclusively within ourselves.