When was the last time you sat still and let the sinking, evening sun kiss your cheek goodbye?
I mean, simply sat, doing nothing, unmoving, so that the fleeting rays could sneak one last peck before the night arrived?
It is a marvellous sensation. Quietly, the light climbs over my cheeks, leaving crumbs of warmth in its wake. I close my eyes as it dazzles me even in its softer dusky form. The hues turn from yellow to orange to pink, colouring my face with a natural blush. I blush, inexplicably.
The sky sits silently, watching. Birds scatter here and there, finding their resting spot for the evening. The mighty sun collects its glorious shine that was dispersed across the earth carelessly the whole day and concentrates it in one fierce orb. Nature puts on her red bindi, in time for her evening outing.
Starkly defined against a fading blue palette, the blazing sun falls from its perch, letting the horizon swallow it yet again. Dusk’s dramatic departure is spectacular. In its departing, it collects the day’s karma, non-judgmentally and carries it off in a burst of cosmic fusion. As I humbly watch the sun retreat, in the perfection of its own daily death, I see that everything is also perfectly fine in its place.