from ART BEAUTY LIFE blog
The shades of pink and orange, purple and blue, white and yellow - with patterns of torn clouds or some sky imperfections - over the surface of water, or above the mountains, or in between skyscrapers of a city: sunsets are like an infinite number of tunes created by a finite number of notes.
And with the music of sunsets come thoughts about miracle of nature and creation, questions of mortality and time, and sentimental feelings about unsaid or incomplete business... And as the sun is disappearing behind big objects or underneath the mythical line of horizon, there is a sparkle of hope, because tomorrow the sun will come up again giving us another chance, and there is a subtle sense that maybe something got clearer about these thoughts, questions and feelings or even that they will get resolved one day.
But in reality, the sun has hardly moved: it was the Earth moving (they should've called those Earth-turns really). And in reality, nothing changed inside us or, at most, we were left with another small insight.
Nevertheless, let us always be grateful for all reprieves from mundane, opportunities for retrospection and gifts of beauty.
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