From another perspective of the sun, the colors, and the resemblance of a memory within another imagination. As much as I find the sun disturbing, it can also describe a positive feeling with very beauty that comes from it. “The Sunset” symbolizing the death of the sun at the end of the day.
The sun dies every day to make the moon live in the cold night. A large drop of sun lingered on the horizon and then dripped over and was gone, and the sky was brilliant over the spot where it had gone, and a torn cloud, like a bloody rag, hung over the spot of its going. And dusk crept over the sky from the eastern horizon, and darkness crept over the land from the east.
Always demand more from the sun especially in a sunset, because dusk is just an illusion because the sun is either above the horizon or below it. And that means that day and night are linked in a way that few things are there cannot be one without the other yet they cannot exist at the same time. How would it feel I remember wondering to be always together yet forever apart?
There’s a sunrise and a sunset every single day, and they’re absolutely free. Don’t miss so many of them.
