Last Sunday evening, as we returned home from dinner, I realized I just might be able to catch the sunset.
Of course, we aren’t at home for every sunset. And sometimes we are at home, but I’m busy and forget to look for it. Other times, like last Sunday, we barely make it home in time.
This one had me running for the water’s edge. A minute or two later, and it would have been gone forever.
There’s something almost magical about catching a sunset at the last possible opportunity.
these days of mine 