Last Saturday, I took my husband to visit one of the most beautiful places on the planet. I've watched the sun set in so many different countries all around the world, and even so many places in Great Britain, and I am moved by every sunset I see - perhaps I am sentimental, but I can't think of a sunset that I find so profoundly sublime as the one you can see from Brighton beach.
We walked two and a half miles along the promenade, alongside the crashing waves and the salt-tumbled pebbles, as the sun dipped lower and lower in the sky, before sinking down just far enough to touch the horizon. We watched its final descent below the surface from a bench in front of a neat little row of beach huts which were bathed in the amber glow reflecting from the clouds as the sun descended.
This year has been one of the hardest so far - nothing has been certain, we've had to leave our home, and it has been deeply unsettling not to know what the immediate future holds, even though we do have each other. Looking at a sunset and letting one of the planet's most every day (literally) occurrences overwhelm me was more soothing than I could have ever expected. The sun sets every single day. It is beautiful. Every single day.
What does the sunset look like where you live? And why do you think humans seem to all agree universally that a sunset is pretty?