The sun sets one minute earlier every day up until the Winter Solstice. Sunset is the time when the sun leaves the sky, but it does so with a big finish. I am so grateful that my window faces West, so that I can witness its magnificent exodus every evening. It's the only time of day where I feel the sunlight streaming at me. For those few moments I can experience the bliss that comes directly from the sky.
I forget all trivial problems and possessions in life when the sunset faces me. I want to dive in to the painted clouds and roll around in the vermillion and lilac sheets of sky, and slurp them up through my skin.
I love looking at the sky, because no matter where in the world I might be, it's the same sky that's at home. The same sun, the same moon, the same stars. It's the one familiar face that smiles at me, always.
There's something about the sun that makes me forgive. It's much easier to let go of pain, bad memories, stress. Sometimes I need to see the sunset by myself to let go of some things... Other times I couldn't wish for anything more than somebody to share it with; a sister, a friend, a grandfather... it doesn't really matter, as long as its somebody who appreciates the marvel and peace of the changing sky.
Tonight the sunset reminds me of two amazing people I met in Sweden. Both of my Hannas. I wish that they were here to sit with me and share the view of the sky. But they're seeing the same sky from Sweden, so in a way... they understand.
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