I have always loved sunsets, and to a lesser extent, sunrises (see previous entry on my antipathy for mornings). I suppose this doesn’t make me unique — does anyone not like sunsets? But, besides their obvious beauty, I have always felt a particular emotion when dusk starts to set in and the sky begins to ripple with color. I immediately grow reflective, noting that another day is ending, and want to feel unhurried and peaceful.
(OK, yes, fine, I just got home from my weekly fiction class and am more, um, philosophical than usual.)