I see the sunset every night here. I’ve heard that the sky looks like that for not-so-great reasons (including pollution and forest fires), but still: look at it. It looks like that every. night. And every night, there’s this moment when the sun hits this particular spot in the sky and comes streaming in through our living room window, and turns our entire house gold, and Indy and I go running out to do wind sprints up and down the block because it’s beautiful out and because bedtime can wait.
When the sky looks like that, everything can wait, actually. Dinner. Errands. Lists and notes and emails and phone calls and all those musts and have-tos: they can all wait while you take a moment to watch.