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Something About Sunsets

There is something about sunsets that always makes me melancholy.  Dylan Thomas whispers in my ears.

 "Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should rave and burn at the close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light."

Yet, nighttime has its own magic, especially in winter.  Snowshoeing through the woods at night, with a bright moon on the snow, owls hooting, stars glistening, is so exhilarating that morbid feelings about night fade away.  Maybe I can develop a change of feeling about sunsets if I try to perceive them as about drawing in for a pause or respite from the day, for reflection and contemplation.

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