The sunset signals the end of the day for most, but the start for me... for my odyssey, at least. It is a great delight to have this sight on your window 32,000 feet above sea level from an airplane. And my admiration for sunset grew larger than ever. It is often sensual this phenomena, that I feel like I'm flying, (not that I'm actually in an aircraft), but bare... one with the wind. The bed of clouds is my earth that I walk through. And the never ending horizon as the space that I move within.
And just as I gave up chasing the sun a few minutes after, that my good friend completely succumbed to rest, letting our eyes wander the dark, searching for a ray of light. They say that the lights are all up, but when you're already at the top, there are always some light that is above you. Most of us fails to notice it, when we are clouded by the illusions of life. Some of us are aware of it, but continually reaches for higher grounds, not knowing their tanks are empty, and in the end comes crashing down. The humble few, knows its limitations and follows the guiding runway lights, back home.
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