Sunsets are pretty damn cool. There’s just something about watching the sun sink below the horizon which puts my mind at ease, and not in the “woah look at this sunset so-and-so posted on Instagram” kinda way; I’m talking about the actual notion of doing absolutely nothing but waiting and watching the sky totally transform, which brings a wave of pure contentment for me. Personally, it’s knowing that other people, whether they’re 20 minutes up the coast or 2 hours inland, are sharing the same tranquil moment that I am, as the sky morphs into Mother Nature’s version of a rainbow Paddle Pop (or somethin like that haha). It’s knowing that whoever chooses to toss a glance in the western direction, even if that’s only a few people, will witness the same sky, at the same moment, together – yet in totally distant places. That sense of unaware togetherness was what brought me that extra bit of comfort when Covid-19 decided to throw a spanner the works and forced us to become more geographically isolated than ever. There’s just something so comforting about sitting in on the serenity of a sundown lightshow with whoever wishes to do the same, near or far.
This evening twilight tradition has sorta stuck with me post-lockdown. It makes me feel like I’m a part of something I guess and puts everything into perspective, almost as if each sunset reignites this feeling of togetherness which seemed to have faded a little over 2020. And frankly, I think that’s pretty cool.
November, 2020