The sea was roaring with a saturated light blue at sunset, with the huge orange sun touching those foami ng waters as was clear that the energy those waters were under were directly coming from our star. Every color was pastel and fully saturated. The sky was starting with the same light bl ue of the waters, and then moving to green, cyan, orange, purple and cobalt blue.

The guy at the music console of the little hut we were watching this natural show put some delicate Keith Jarret to discretely accompain

the roar of the waves at sunset. Life can be a spell.

It is beautiful how a bunch of people keep deciding to celebrate together a sunset. Something has been happening for MILLIONS of years and that is still carrying the same cosmic wilderness that it did when it BEGUN.
I love life, and if life keeps loving me as she did so far, it’s real wonderland.

Jimmy Handrix in now replacing Keith Jarret. The same song I knew remade by Abacus.

People frame the sunset with their cameras. The mystery of time: flowing fiercely forward yet reoccurring cyclicly. Assuming that was indeed possible to frame a sunset,  every framed sunset would capture the infinite ensemble of that particular one. Each one unique. Each one universal. Each one being the archetypal of an infinite amount of that very sunset.