June 29, 2006
Turning around, I am surprised by the sunset. Already, the dying light of the sun spills unto the street, flooding the steel and concrete of the city with brilliant hues of red and gold. How many sunsets fly past my window in days that I am not looking? We are gifted with sunrises and sunsets, simple beauties that too-often go unnoticed, drowned in the passing of day-to-day life. I knew them through the eyes of a child for but a fraction of my existence - yet only the naÃƒÆ'Ã‚Â¯vetÃƒÆ'Ã‚Â© of a child is as alive as the colours of the sunset.