Sunsets

Something about sunsets always gets me,
but what exactly it is seems obscured,
as if it was shrouded by a dense fog.

Perhaps it is the fact that every colour is never the same.
One day you have vivid pinks,
the next you have bold oranges and reds.
Or in the case of the other night,
a deeply unsettling purple coloured smoke from factories.

Perhaps it is because they represent a certain finality,
the end of a day,
the passing of time.
Whereas sunrises are invigorating,
sunsets bring about a rumination.
You think not of what you will do,
but what you have done.
It's as if you are untying the knot you made for yourself in the day,
working backward to deconstruct what has gotten jumbled.

Or perhaps it is that sunsets are just so wondrous
because they are always unexpected,
mirroring the life with leave with a certain
aesthetic beauty our own experiences almost certainly do not have.
Part of the beauty is the colour, but equally as important
is the arrangement of these colours, the whole image,
the canvas.

Whatever the case may be,
I have witnessed two of the most beautiful sunsets
in quite some time,
leaving me deep in thought and looking
forward to the end of another day.