Dating : Another Perfect Sunset

There is a perfect time each evening, as the sun is setting, that creates a serenity not experienced during the day. As the sun hangs low, and unassuming, it’s easy to miss the fact that it is an active ball of fire. It has been moving all day, as have I. It crawls at a snail’s pace to get to noon, and then to five, while I toil at a desk. But as it sits low and late in the day, time stands still for a few brief moments.

If I stop and stare too long, I can see it moving. I avoid staring. I do not want to see another sunset. I do not want to see another day pass. I want to hang in this moment indefinitely. Frozen at a point of possibility. Once the sun is gone the ocean becomes dark, no lights on the horizon or the beach. Alone with my thoughts once again.

It is too early for sleep, but too late to make something of the day. With each sunrise I can begin again, but will I? “Tomorrow will be different” I assure myself as the sand turns cold beneath my feet. The worst broken promises are the ones I make to myself in the dark.