Something About Sunsets
"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.