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Sunset

I went to the beach yesterday with a friend. He is going home for a visit with his family and friends and, like everyone who spends time in Florida, wants to show off a golden tan. We headed out around 6:00 and enjoyed the Gulf breeze, setting sun, and European pop music.

I'm not sure whether I think sunrise or sunset is more magical. They both certainly have their merits, but I am much more familiar with the nuances of the sunset. I know how the light shifts ever so subtly from bright, blinding white to gentle golden followed by soft rose and into darkness.

My friend had never seen the sunset over the sea, and I was really excited about the chance to see it with him. Of course, I also had no idea what to expect because he's a guy, and I can count on one hand the number of men I know who actually consider the sunset a form of entertainment.

This one is different, though. We sat on our beach towels side by side, mirror images of each other. Legs pulled to chest and wrapped with arms.

The sun inched closer and closer toward the horizon.



In this magical moment of time literally moving before our eyes, I glanced over. The look on that man's face was pure delight. His eyes twinkled, and his mouth curved into a slight smile.

And I got to witness it.

And I'm feeling a bit humbled by it.
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Christy said…
Well, I like him then.
5:51 PM
frabjouspoet said…
For sure...especially if you could have heard the "there it goes" and "goodbye".
6:07 PM
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