The Last Gasp of Summer is still hanging...

Tonight, on the way home from Miriam's house, I watched as the the last rays of light faded from the sky, and hues slipped from purples and reds to a dark blue. It was remarkable. Not because it was an extraordinary sight, or because I've not seen the sun set in a while, but more that something I see fairly frequently can instill in me a sense of something fresh. Something new. Something lovely. How do we do it? How do we not get jaded? How can we retain the same wonder and awe from when were young gazing into the night sky? I can't answer that question. I do know that sometimes, when I look at something I see everyday, I see a new beauty that I never noticed before.

This past weekend Laura and I were at the beach, and its interesting as the day fades everyone there was quiet. As we walked from the ocean, we passed people some sitting staring at the evaporating light, others were standing together watching their kids playing in the sand, and still others standing in quiet reflection of the passing of a day. I got such a mix of of feelings there, happiness at what a great day it had been, sadness that it was coming to an end, and hopefulness about what the next day held. What is interesting is that I don't believe I was the only one to feel these things, everyone on the beach it seemed had these thoughts and feelings in one way or another. We were united, though we never spoke to each other, through the passing of the day, brought together in some sense because we were there at its end to see disappear below the horizon. It was beautiful.

Anyway, I'm going to stop blabbering, I hope everyone has a great day today.

-J