I feel like as I get older I just keep getting weirder. Maybe just more in touch with the world? Or possibly just slowing down and looking around at nature and admiring all things beautiful. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve always appreciated a good sunset. It’s just different now. I “litcherally” crave an amazing sunset, like one of those storm chasers on the weather channel. My poor kids, on the way to and from sports are holding the “oh shit” handles in my car as I try to get to the spots that I know I can snag a good picture and watch her with the kids (staring at me like I’m a crazy person) cast her golden glow onto the world until the next morning when she wakes up.
Is there anything more gorgeous than the light that comes off of a sunset? When it’s almost dark out and the only light is the tiny rays from the last of the sun from that day. On the snow, or on the ocean, on someone’s face, or even over a beautiful farm. It’s doesn’t matter, anything the light touches becomes the story. Natural light is such a gorgeous thing. It’s breathtaking, and the best part is that every sunset is completely different.
Almost like my second love, the moon, except the moon is more mysterious and taunts me. For now I’ll turn my face to the light, and when I look at the sunset, I’ll try to forget the moon, even if it’s just for a second.
MMC
xo.
This is 40ish 