So here we are again with things I love. Today I want to share a sunset with you. All sunsets are special, everywhere. I know for I have a goodly number of them over the past sixty years or so, and I have loved them all.
As a child, sunsets were special, mainly because the work stopped. Winter was even better as they came sooner. I can remember standing in the trees at the edge of the forest, watching the sun set behind the cape, waiting for the darkness to encroach before crossing the last hundred yards or so to the house.
Walking across crisp snows, hearing the crunch beneath my boots, and watching the sky turn a myriad of colors was nothing short of magical. Why was I in the forest? I slipped out of the house and ran there to watch the sunset, of course.
When I first arrived in the west I was enthralled with watching the sunset behind the mountains. The snow covered peaks glittered like diamonds long after the valley had grown dark. Exquisite.
I went further west and sat on the beaches watching the sun set over the
Pacific Ocean. Lying there on the sands, listening to the gentle lapping of the waves was nothing short of magical.
Let me take you north now, to the
Arctic. If you like the magic of the time between light and dark, you would love a winter’s day in the Arctic. I have sat enthralled as I watched a sunrise slowly turn into a sunset, all within an hour’s time, the pale light glittering across the frozen harbor before fading away is a rainbow of colors to be replaced by the Aurora Borealis.
Now let me bring you to a sunset as seen from the steps of our cottage on this island of stone. The colors were so intense that I stopped what I was doing and called K to come out and watch with me. At a moment of such beauty, enjoy in such loving company, I know I have truly found my way home.
Thanks for sharing in my walk down memory lane. I’d love to hear about your magic sunsets.
Until next time, bless, Prudence