This was the most beautiful sunset I have ever seen. I couldn’t click the shutter fast enough that night as the sky changed continually. I’ve been back to that place many times since hoping to relive that moment. But moments like that aren’t repeatable for if they were, they wouldn’t leave the same impression on your senses. My father captured this image of me up on the rock trying to get a better angle of the boulders in the foreground.
It happened almost a decade ago now, but every time I see the photos from that night it’s as if I’m immediately there again. I feel the dampness of the sea spray. I can smell the ocean and hear the waves crash. I can feel the wonder of the colours as they changed; as if an artist was painting a masterpiece right in front of me. I can hear the gulls as they begin to settle down for the night. I can still feel the heaviness of the dying light that night, and the creeping darkness of that time sometimes rushes back.
Fear not. I have to tell myself that at times. With every sunset, we know that with a little patience, the sun will rise again to wash the darkness away. The light of morning signals a new day, and new beginning, full of hope and goodness.
And I was told
That the streets were paved with gold
And there’d be no time for getting old when we were young
But it’s alright
If you dance with me tonight
We’ll fight the dying of the light and we’ll catch the sun-Noel Gallagher