There
are moments when we’re privileged to incredible images that, if viewed with
scrutiny, boggle our minds with their immeasurable beauty. The photo included with this blog is one of
those.
Carefully
navigating my way along a train trestle, timing my crossing to avoid getting
hit by the approaching train, I made my way down a narrow winding path littered
with fragments of driftwood that’d been bleached white. Looking off to my side, I hastened my pace
not wanting to miss the main event—the purpose of my journey. Up ahead I spotted it, the perfect spot—a
fallen tree washed ashore long ago —to take in the oncoming beauty. Reaching it, I sat, careful not to disturb
the small rocks purposefully stacked upon forming a gravity-defying artistic
structure.
I
looked ahead, a broad smile upon my face.
There, before me, stretching as far as I could see in either direction,
was one of the most beautiful sunsets I’d ever witnessed. The colors that played out before me defied
reason. My mind wondered over how anything
could be so spectacular.
In
the foreground, damp sand segued into broiling churn of the ocean. Snapping a photo, what was captured is the
image you see here—white foam forming a perfect arrow that directed one’s eye
to the main event Mother Nature presented—a sunset comprised of every
imaginable pink and purple hue. My mind
wondered over the beauty as it marveled over how land, horizon and setting sun
seemed to meld together in perfect harmony.
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