Ansel Adams once wrote, “Sometimes I arrive just when God’s ready to have somone click the shutter.”
That was the thought that came to mind on an late afternoon, early evening walk a few weeks ago. Spring had finally come. The warmth and fresh winds coming from the ocean had a hint of seaweed and a promise that summer would soon arrive.
It was the sunset hour. The sky was filled with the last, vibrant rays of the sun that spread the colours of gold and coral across the horizon.
As in ancient times, there is a urgency to follow the sunset, the last glow of a day well lived. The night will come, but for the moment, we have the diminishing light of the sun to guide our way.
Beginnings and ending are remembered for they are entrances and exits signifying transitions and pivotal events. The space between these points are where our best lives are lived.