To say that I am excited for summer would be a gross understatement. But to say that I'm not sad to see the semester end would be quite the opposite. It was my last one, after all. Unless grad-school happens ... but we'll cross that bridge when (if) it comes.
With the beginning of summer comes one of my favorite summer activities: chasing sunsets.
I look at the sky at about 4 p.m. and get this gut feeling that tells me tonight is going to be a good one. I get in my car and start driving west until the light is perfect. Then I stop and watch the glorious tapestry of color unfurl above me.
The great thing about sunsets is that they happen every night – each one just a beautiful as the last.
They show the beautiful ending of a day and renewed hope that tomorrow will come.
They show me that endings don't always have to be ugly and hard. Like a sunset, endings can in fact be beautiful.
With every sunset, there is always a sunrise right over the horizon.
