It is no surprise here that I love sunsets and that they inspire me more than any other thing [well, other than the ocean.] On Tuesday evening, while spending time in La Jolla at a beautiful beach known as Windansea, I realized, yet again, one of those beauties of life. It's simple yet so humbling.
I feel so blessed to live in an area of the world where we get killer sunsets. Where we can so easily access countless beaches to watch the sun melt into the ocean. Every. Single. Day. And it's as if, for those last ten minutes as the sun sinks into the horizon, everything around us stops.
People pause on the boardwalk.
People pull their cars over.
Shoot, people just stop in the middle of the street.
People stop surfing.
People just watch.
People soak it in.
Nothing else matters for those few minutes.
It's just you and the sunset.
And knowing that every single person around you is there for the same reason?
Well, that's a powerful feeling.
[No filter. Just sayin' ;)]
Because it's nature.
And all we have to do is stop to watch it.
Life is a Sunset