I live near a beautiful reserve, impressively maintained by the council. It has a huge playground for adults to play soccer or cricket, and smaller kids play area. During my pregnancy, I used to go there often for walking. And now we take the baby out on a stroll in the evenings. Most days, I get to capture some gorgeous sunsets but had to stop after the bushfires started 4 months ago. The air was too smoky and unhealthy. Now that the weather has cooled down a bit, I hope I get to carry on our ritual before winter sets in, as then it will get dark by 5 pm.
What is it about sunset that touches the soul, makes you sigh and wish you could hold that moment of calmness forever. Sharing with you some sunset poems I wrote last year,
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Beautifully written poems! And those sunsets β breathtaking! We credit the setting sun, but itβs the clouds and dust, the pollen and smoke, the droplets of ice and rain that make a sunset gorgeous. All the little impurities we complain about (rightfully!) helps to make that warm and colorful glow.
Those are some lovely poems. And yes, sunsets inspire me to write as well. I miss seeing sunsets these days as Iβm often stuck at work till late.