There’s this glorious moment when a sunset is basking in all its pride. Fringes of pink twinge the edges of the sky surrounding, while the blue fights to stay in power- to make day eternal. Just as you think that the pink can’t get any pinker, like the orange can’t glow any brighter; there it is. That one defining moment, the peak of its essence, all into a few seconds, and everything before and after seems just a little bit dull in comparison. Sunsets lull us slowly from day to night, bringing us from the unforgiving rays of the sun and berry sorbets, to the deep velvety blanket that drapes over us in quiet slumber. I listen to the hum of the cicadas, the distance roar of an engine. I can’t help but notice that the longer you look at the sheet of midnight blue, the more twinkling lights you see, the more evidence you have that light still exists during the darkest time of night. A promise from the brightest blue sky that it still is present, looking over you. It’s an assurance that tomorrow will come.