Thoughts of a Sunset

Sunsets are most often described as a fiery passionate thing, but it isn’t, not really.

 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.

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