I recall seeing a sunset a while back. It had been a challenging day at work, and I was frustrated…. until I walked outside and saw the sky.
It was slightly chilly, but I could not tear my gaze away. This particular sunset held blues and pinks that fade smoothly into yellows. The clouds reminded me of a piece of art created with a paintbrush. The mountains were dark below it; only the semblance of the curves was to be seen by anyone standing here with me.
That sunset was bound to look different from other places in the area. Some eyes may see more radiance, and others bleaker. I consider this view life changing, but another may consider it a simple sky.
I trolled my social media later that night, and there were so many pictures of this exact sunset. They were all distinct. This concept baffles me. We all see the same thing but it looks unique, based on our individual view. I watched this for a while, and my previous frustration disappeared. Witnessing something this wondrous felt like a sign.
In the background, there was a dog barking. One of the shop owners across the parking lot has a pet.
The repetitive “beep” of a person pressing the lock button on their key ring rattled through my ears.
Wheels rolled on the pavement unsteadily. Plastic bags crunched as they were picked up.
An adult scolding her young child to grab her hand before crossing the road.
All of this was happening, but I was far too concerned with leaning up against the foundation of this building until the sky became a dark blue. Then all I saw was black, and it was over for the day. This vast, seemingly endless sky goes through different phases in a twenty-four hour period, just like we do. The sunset signals a finished day, as sleeping does for humans.
The stars keep the sky company. They are always up there, but sometimes they are not visible. On a clear night, the millions of sparkly lights against a black background are mesmerizing. You can count them, wish upon them, and study them. Imagine lying on the pier at Wildcat Lake in Sugar Mountain one night. Experiencing the sound of the water flowing underneath you and the sight of the stars hanging above you. I realize that all people are unalike, but how can that experience not be life altering?
The sunrise is equally as beautiful, if not often more stunning. I personally rarely watch the sunrise, mainly because of an obsession with sleep, but it is still amazing. The signal of a beginning day and the building brightness from a pitch black is fantastic to watch.
The sky is incredible. It has an insurmountable amount of joy to offer us, without us being able to touch it. We all see it when we step outside and look up. The sky never leaves us. It can be comforting after a difficult day, or irritating when raindrops fall and our plans become ruined.
The sky is expectant. Regardless if we see it or not, there will be a sunrise and a sunset each day. From where I live, the mountains are also present. I see them as friends. Those friends you feel jealous of, because they are incredibly beautiful and seemingly perfect.
I’ve always appreciated a sunset, but the one I witnessed on that mid-March afternoon changed me. I realized that this life is beautiful, nature is astounding, and as long as we are alive, there is always a second chance. My advice is to experience all you can, and feel all of the joy there is to be felt from such beauty.