The prettiest colour is the colour of the water, meaning the colour of the sky. In my opinion.
Ever since I started working at a restaurant locating in the part of the city that showcases the sunset for, so it claims, the longest time, I have begun to constantly hear the importance of sitting at a table with a view of the sunset, especially now that it’s summer, and sunsets have become a thing—not all of a sudden, as sunsets have always been to my knowledge a precious thing, but it has taken up a new level of importance recently.
I dropped by one of my favourite spots in the city today, right before the sun set, alone. It’s a viewpoint separated from a highway. I looked at the water—the gradual, peaceful waves, the logs in between them, spaciously spaced. The colours of the water and the sky and the clouds and the rays of sun blent in all together. It reminded me of watercolour. I thought about sunsets; although I couldn’t see it in the view, but I could feel it about to happen on the other side of the ocean and I could almost feel it. Sunsets happen every day; the sun rises and sets every day. I would even venture to say that its beauty and, ironically, rarity deserve everyone’s attention every day. So why has it been dumbed down to a thing that has been made special, that is to be watched on special occasions? The sun sets every day. The sun is probably like, buddy, I do this every day, and you’re requesting a table on the patio where you can get the best view of it, on your wife’s birthday, because it makes it that much more special? What are we so busy doing every day that we can blatantly and entirely forget, every day, around the same time, that the sun is setting somewhere where we can get an amazing view of without too much of an effort because we live in this world and the sun is so big that its heat and light have the ability to reach the majority of the planet, meaning that it is always visible somewhere that is realistically accessible.
What are we so busy doing?
Then I thought about more, and I thought about so many wonderful things that take place every day amongst the nature that we are physically in. How much am I missing? How much have I missed?
We really don’t live every day like it is the last day, as we often say we should. Some would say, let’s be real. I would say, no, yeah, let’s be real: the truth is that the sun sets every day, the ocean is there every day, the mountains are there every day, the trees are breathing every moment—what can be more real than that?
