This morning I was up at sunrise. There is something about the light at the beginning of rhe day I find to be almost magical. A few minutes after sunrise I was out for my five mile walk.
This evening we went to a graduation party and I excused myself early for a little alone time. I walked home and eat on the deck to listen to a little meditation music. I happened to look up just as the sun was setting. We are blessed to have a deck that faces the setting sun and I happened to look up at 9:01 just as the sun was falling below the horizon. Most of the time the sun appears stationary in the sky. We know it’s moving, but it moves so slowly as to appear to be still when we just glance at it. Only when it’s on the horizon can we detect its movement. Only a few times in my life have I actually watched the moment when the sun sinks below the horizon. That’s when I realize I’m on this giant rock hurtling through space at tens of thousands of miles per hour as it spins. Once the bottom of the sun reached the horizon it was only a few moments before it sank below and out of sight marking the end of another 24 hour period here. It’s something that happens every day but usually I take it for granted. Not today. It was blissful.