I have taken time to notice some beautiful sunsets in my short life (sunrises, not so much, but perhaps as I grow older I'll see more of these). When I was a kid, we often caught the beginnings of the sunset as we pulled our tired and sun-burned bodies off the lake. While the adults packed up gear, tied stuff up, and yelled for us to help, I'd often be lost in the evolving colors of the sky watching as the sun dipped closer to the tree-filled banks around Dale Hollow. I've enjoyed many late afternoons--sitting alone, with my dad, or with Turner--watching the sun dip below the corn field behind my parents' house. Andy proposed at sunset. I just love this time when the day is going out and the night is coming in and all the world is shifting it seems. I take great joy in finding time to enjoy the sunset regularly. Turner and I have an ideal spot to watch Tucson sunsets where the view is unobstructed by power lines, houses, and people. It is quite a drive, but Frost is near and we ususally consider gelato a good enough excuse to burn fossil fuels.
As usual, we packed a picnic with fancy glasses for drinking our juice. Turner hiked around while I took a couple of pictures and cleaned up our dinner. Then he sat in my lap and we watched the last fifteen minutes together. The entire sky opened up; the mountains glowed; the sun created a breathtaking medley of reds, oranges, and yellows just as the full moon popped up behind us. It was perhaps our most beautiful sunset. Sadly, the camera needed a new battery so we got few pictures. I wasted most of its juice taking pictures of a sleeping Turner (who caught a power nap on our drive up the mountain).
Ankles crossed.
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