Assisting the Sunset
Every evening my phone alarm goes off at 7:00 with a reminder labeled "Sunset". At this point in time, I put down what I am doing and walk to the music building on campus where I sit in the chairs outside and assist the sunset (mornings are not my thing, so sunrises and I don't necessarily get along). By doing this, I have seen how unique each sunset is, like a snowflake. They each are composed of similar colors, but these colors never appear in the same arrangement twice: I experience a warm, orange sunset on Monday; a dark, stormy sunset on Tuesday; and a rosy, pink sunset on Wednesday. The trees around me sway in unison being painted by God's paintbrush and the wildlife switch shifts. They birds go to sleep, and the bats wake up. The butterflies fly away, and the mosquitoes soar in. The horned frogs go silent, and the actual frogs start talking. During all these changes around me, I simply sit and watch (and I am getting pretty good at it). My usual ...