Sunsets are so beautiful. But their beauty is transient. I sit in front of my window and feel the peace of the moment. I rarely feel peace anymore, so even a moment is a treasure. But it is a peace haunted by the knowledge that soon the gold and peach streaks will flee from the sky, replaced by the sickly orange reflection of city lights off smog. Oh, that I could slay the sun and stake its corpse forever to the sky. Even then, the beauty would fade like the light from a squashed lightning bug. Nothing lasts forever.
Image by Per Ola Wiberg.