There’s nothing I love more than watching the sun rise and set.
Whenever I’m lucky enough to witness either of Mother Nature’s magnificent gifts unravel before me, I take a little time to reflect.
There’s something soothing about being slowly stirred out of the dark by the sun waking from her slumber.
For a few minutes, her delicate rays fumble aimlessly in the dark until they find their bearings and erupt in a storm of colour.
There’s something spiritual about watching the dawn of a new day and knowing that once the burning sky has settled, there’s a blank canvas of blue, grey or white waiting to be filled by the unknown path ahead.
Watching the sun melt into the horizon leaving behind a cascade of colour is as equally magestic.
With her last breath she steals the last glimmer of light, plunging the world into a cloak of dark.
And the one thing that’s great about the dawn and dusk of every day is it doesn’t matter where you are in the world, it’s always beautifully breath-taking.