24
Jun
Thursday sunsets are the perfect cure for any day’ s blues. Not feeling well, I try not to glance at my to-do list, I have barely touched it all day.
At dusk, I surrender: my body needs to rest.
On the balcony, my legs leisurely dangling on the ledge, I sit back and enjoy the view. I am gifted with a sunset.
I suddenly understand Claude Monet’s persistence in painting the very same haystack throughout the seasons. The spring lights simply transformed the hay from the winter. I feel the same way about my sunsets.
Sunsets, I realize, are never the same twice. As I photograph it, I keep discovering new shapes and colors on the celestial canvas.
There are so many varieties within this Thursday sunset, let alone previous sunsets and future ones.
Infinite bliss and beauty.
I relax and enjoy the last hues of colors, feeling blessed to witness it all.