The rains. Sunsets of bleeding colours. The moon in its sudden shared shining glory. Storms. Winds that make a racket as they blow. A sky so perfectly blue with cirrus clouds. Shifting mist in the early morning. There are some weather elements I absolutely adore. Sure,it's always nice to have a sunny,normal day.But it's normal. Just NORMAL.
Imagine you've had a long day. Not necessarily a bad one, but just a tiresome one. And Nature just happens to display one of its beauties. It takes your breath away. It always makes me emotional. Or sentimental (sic).
Makes me sit down and admire the careless but meaningul bounty.
A lot of people have remarked that they find sunsets depressing. I love sunsets. Enough to make me update status' about them followed by hearts or to dedicate entire photo albums to them. Sunsets, especially those that occur just before and after the rains. Dusk has this stange poignant feel to it - a bittersweet mood.
I like nothing better than to sit by my window and look at the sun as it melts into the horizon, behind the buildings dotted with lights. There's serenity in the loudness and chaos of the hues so vivid. You may argue that dawn is the same, but it is not. Dawn somehow seems more restrained. More calm. An introvert aspect of twilight. Picture perfect, yes. But difficult to believe and too idealistic. It is the transition from the dark night that you've already fought and battled.
But dusk? It is a spectrum of emotions, a valence from the comfort of day into the mysterious questionable night. Red, yello, orange, blue, purple,white - all seared in gold and blending into black.
Dusk is beautiful :)
Imagine you've had a long day. Not necessarily a bad one, but just a tiresome one. And Nature just happens to display one of its beauties. It takes your breath away. It always makes me emotional. Or sentimental (sic).
Makes me sit down and admire the careless but meaningul bounty.
A lot of people have remarked that they find sunsets depressing. I love sunsets. Enough to make me update status' about them followed by hearts or to dedicate entire photo albums to them. Sunsets, especially those that occur just before and after the rains. Dusk has this stange poignant feel to it - a bittersweet mood.
I like nothing better than to sit by my window and look at the sun as it melts into the horizon, behind the buildings dotted with lights. There's serenity in the loudness and chaos of the hues so vivid. You may argue that dawn is the same, but it is not. Dawn somehow seems more restrained. More calm. An introvert aspect of twilight. Picture perfect, yes. But difficult to believe and too idealistic. It is the transition from the dark night that you've already fought and battled.
But dusk? It is a spectrum of emotions, a valence from the comfort of day into the mysterious questionable night. Red, yello, orange, blue, purple,white - all seared in gold and blending into black.
Dusk is beautiful :)
