On one of our last days of vacation and after a day or more of rain, we head over to the beach to eek out a little beach light. At first the light was there but shrouded in sketchy clouds. We made videos of doing the splits and made necklaces and dug a hole, a very deep hole. Little by little the clouds dissipated and the light that had been so far away all day broke free. The kids continued to play and their little bodies became glowier and glowier. Soon, the daylight gave way to the fiery sunset light. My daughter was thrilled to be witnessing such a glorious sunset and she began to make plans to set my alarm so we could watch the sunrise. We never did make it for the sunrise. Someday we will.
There is something so primal and mystical about sunsets. They betwitch us and nudge us towards the night.
Slowly but surely the sunset released us from this day.