...and sunrises, of course. After all, I prefer sunrises to sunsets, though I love both.
Looking at the sky tonight (a lovely and ominous looking thing, with pink icing on storm clouds, a clear yellow-orange chunk of sky and lightning in the dusty West), I realized yet again the very same thing I realize each time I see a beautiful sky: that there is no medium that can accurately portray it; not paint or pastels nor even photographs. The sky- most notably at sunrise at sunset, is constantly and swiftly changing, and oftentimes the colors and shapes are simply indescribable. Because we haveno way to capture the beauty and save it for later, or share it with everyone we know, it forces us to simply live- at least a little bit- in the moment, and enjoy the view before it disappears.
Two things I love are watching daylight shoot out across the morning sky and watching the sun set until the very instant it is swallowed by the horizon. I'm lucky for the fact that when I really take the time to fully experience something-- such as I do with those two things-- I can replay it in my mind over and over.
I do this with sounds as well, but it takes much less conscious effort to do so with sounds than with images for me.
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