Sunsets and Feelings

 

Blazing sunsets, soft sunsets, glowing sunsets, sunsets of all stripes have long been a fascination of mine. 

I spent many a year on the terrace of my home, teacup in hand, lost in the shades of pink, orange, silver and gold of a setting sun sinking behind my neighborhood. 

I always found sunsets to have an aspirational quality to them. The iridescence lining clouds in the foreground of a brilliant orange sunset seem to hold promise of a better world, a better life, a dream fulfilled. I haven’t unlocked why it’s so though. 

Sometimes the mirage of that dream glowing in the flaming colors of a glorious sunset can fill you with hope; sometimes it can leave you with a sad sort of longing for something that’s out of your reach. 

I’ve come to understand that as one progresses through life (as one ages if I put it bluntly), then a lot of life’s mysteries start making sense. There might come a day in my life when the aura of sunsets will become clear. 

Wait…maybe the sunsets are a mirror, reflecting back to me light from the cloudscape in front of them and the feelings within me…