The fog at the horizon is ready to swarm ashore.
It tarries and I steal some time with the cloud-marbled sky.
The sun dips below the west with a fiery sigh.
The fog will soon erase colors and shapes.
But not yet.
Blue and orange still rule:
will only abdicate to the night.
Clouds painted wish short brushstrokes suspended over silently rolling fog.
Four minutes later.
Luminous clouds over ominous horizon.
Light and darkness together in the sky,
each one beautiful in it own way.
The stark contrast softens somewhat as the sun sets.
A slice of blue sky balances between opposites.
In the morning, the sky melts into the ocean and the ocean vaporizes up to the sky.
The horizon has vanished.
A minimalist gray palette.
In the evening, a blade of pale blue brings back the boundary.
Sunlight floods the horizon.
A rich gray palette.
Low clouds hush the ocean.
In the space between the two, the day’s coda blazes lavishly, like the last firework.
Slate gray silence follows.
Parting thought of the setting sun.
(Observed from a viewing area close to the Mauna Kea Visitor Information Station, Big Island of Hawai’i)
The setting sun grabs the eyes.
I look at the brightest object in the sky.
But it blinds me to the beauty that is next to it.
I move my head slightly to the left and the sun exits my field of view.
I see the dramatic clouds, the paling sky and the unruffled ocean.
The sun sets every day, each day in a different way.
I watch the sunset to honor the day that is ending.
This is my new playground.
I start by sharing views.
Thoughts will follow.