Tonight was one of those nights that I will remember for many years to come. It wasn't because of some great event. No tragedy occurred. It was in the simplicity of the moment. This night will go down in the books as one of the most spectacular sunsets I have witnessed in a long time, a sunset that actually brought me to tears.
I deal with color on a daily basis. As a photographer and as a framer, color is my business. My job depends on my ability to discern the varying shades, tints and hues of any particular color.
As a professional framer, sometimes colors begin to become ordinary and routine, lacking any and all excitement for me. My job requires me to help my customers choose the right mats and frames for their artwork. At times I can take great joy in being able to help my customers create something that will be truly treasured for generations.
But other times it can be frustrating. Trying to help a customer understand why the colors they want to use won’t work with the artwork they have is not an easy process.
As I left work tonight, my mind was not only filled of the past week and the trying to put work behind me. It was also filled with all the chores I needed to do over my weekend off. I puzzled over what I was feeding my kids tonight. I mentally counted the change in the jar on the counter, trying to figure out if I had enough to do my laundry tomorrow.
As a million other things were going through my mind, I turned out of the parking lot and was face to face with a spectacular sight. The sun was just sinking below the horizon and the sky was lit up orange in a brilliant display as though someone had set it on fire.
The light reflecting off the clouds showed every tuft, whiff and contour there was.
As the sun sank deeper below the horizon, the colors slowly deepened and shifted. Soon the sky was painted in a hue of red that no human in a million years could ever hope to recreate.
As I drove on, the colors continued to shift. Pinks and purples now lay across the entire horizon. I had never seen a sunset that nearly encircled me on three sides. Even the fingernail moon seemed to be smiling at the show going on before us.
As the light began to fade, the colors seemed to hold on as embers continue to glow long after the campfire has gone out. The color seemed to know it had an audience and wanted every possible second to perform.
I am not usually one to stop and ponder on the things that I am thankful for. But tonight was different. Tonight I witnessed a performance of spectacular beauty. To say I was captivated would be an understatement.
Tonight I was emotionally moved. The stress of the week was calmed and the many thoughts running through my head were quieted.
So tonight, I give thanks. I give thanks for the opportunity to witness something so simple yet something that left me in awe. Tonight I give thanks for a sunset.
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