Sunset and Dusk

I love sunsets and dusk. I think it's the time of the day when the sky gets most creative. The sun is so golden, and strong, and beautiful, like a god. And its delicate rays splatter hints of pink all over the dimming canvass. Looking at the sunset is like staring at Beauty in its very eye. Getting lost in the incomprehensible space of natural grandeur and untouched magnificence.

This sun is a god. The supreme artist. The very cradle of beauty. Reminding everything down below to honor the bright daylight's goodbye. Setting down, to make way for darkness to veil all over the place. And setting down to make sense in rising up again. When the morning comes, when rest and insight were won by the mind and body, it will rise again, to make you feel closer than you'll ever be to the most serene form of beauty, to set back again, and tell of the power that is vast, untouched and magnificent.

I am just a creature down below such a majestic heavenly body. I honor and appreciate such a power, this power that is unexplainable and inexpressible with spoken language. And at the same time, I humbly recognize this power as to be residing in me and so I feel that I am powerful as well as I appeal to its immense creativity.

This is the sunset I took just today before the night veiled off the whole place into complete darkness. I took the photo with my phone, while I was riding at the back of the car. This is a lucky shot I tell you that. And I believe this is destined to be here, as permitted by this god to reflect on this piece of art. Thank you, Sun.