I have a problem. It does not matter where I am or what I am doing. When the sun begins to show me that she is about to remove her flowery yellow top coat for the day, I stop what I am doing and photograph her slow dance movement from suit to night gown.
Sometimes, I am on deserted Mississippi roads, West Virginia hollows or east Texas sloping highways. It matters not. I pull over and either sit in my car or get out and stand next to it, snapping away, with my cell phone or old Canon camera. She is beautiful in her gauzy semi sheer cover of clouds and stars and I can not look away.
Boomer Wisdom reminds you to not be so busy that you can not stop to behold the wonders of this world, especially something as glorious as a sunset. For, there are those who have missed this occasion today. They awoke to enjoy the dawn, but died before the sun laid down in her tangerine futon, cushioned all about with a generous helping of cotton candy clouds.
Don’t just smell the roses, stop what you are doing and take some pictures!
Blessings to you all!