There are times when the sunset is so miraculous, so satisfying, that the moment it dips into to the horizon one is filled with such deep sweet swelling of the heart. In the moments that follow, the kaleidoscope of pinks, reds, oranges, and yellows fade into a grey sky as the first stars strain to be noticed. Warmth and gratitude, peace and serenity. Fullness.
The are other times when that touch of grey brings sadness, want, dissatisfaction. A feeling that it wasn't enough. The wish that the tie dyed sky was still in full effect, that it had not passed so quickly. You should have taken a picture. That somehow although you hardly blinked, you missed the sunset. The experience was somehow not absorbed. Emptiness.
How can I have such vastly different experiences of the same occurrence? Grateful? Longing? Stillness? Discontent? Sometimes the bucket just has a hole in the bottom.....
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