Just looked at the sunset.

So much poetry has been written about sunsets, I could never top them all, not even one of the best.

But I know all of the best wouldn't bring one the beauty of a single sunset.

Why do we write about sunsets.

Because they move us, and we want others to see how they moved us, possibly see that others have been moved in the same way, and become connected.

But more likely, because like so many things in life, they are fleeting, no sooner do we get to fully appreciate them, and look upon our appreciation than they are gone.

And just like in life they're ever changing one may not appreciate it, and then look back upon it as it was; because even as we think of it it has changed, and we see a different image.

That's perhaps why we appreciate them more as adults, because we see our many memories, which were like that when we experienced them, and now are like the remembered sunset at night, and knowing none other will ever be the same, or the day, or even sunset into night representing our entire life.