Sunsets are compared to cotton candy and Pina coladas and all things happy and tropical.
I know a sunset, but they’re dangerous. Beautiful, enduring, fleeting, ever-changing, but sunsets aren’t meant to stay. Every night we have a new one and while beautiful and majestic the sun goes down and darkness ensues. Pitch black, a blinding darkness. But darkness sometimes is more beautiful than the pallet of the sky anyways. You can hide in darkness, dance in darkness, yell in darkness because it surrounds you, swallows you up and fades over your body. You can be however you want to be in the dark, but nobody will know you.
Sunsets illuminate your light. My sunset made me more myself. My sunset made my smile brighter, my heart warmer, my laugh sweeter, my eyes kinder. My sunset surrounded me like and orange red pink yellow hug. My sunset reflected off the waves of a tropical ocean and brought light and happiness into my words. My sunset made it bright, so bright I forgot that they set.
Then the worst thing happens.
As the sun retreats behind the lush mountains it becomes more stunning, more intense, you can’t look away the colors are so vibrant.
But then its gone.
There you are, standing in the darkness, your eyes still imprinted with the pallet of beauty.
The best part?
There’s always a new sunset.
Not the same.
A different kind of beautiful, but forever.