The sunset grows more brilliant, minute by minute. I hustle to reach the next ridgetop before it fades. When I think it can’t get any brighter, the oranges any oranger, it does.
I have often passed by a place and thought, “I could never have imagined when I was last here that my life would be the way it is now.”
The unpredictability of my own future is both alarming and thrilling, a sunset filled with unforeseen hues, fading to night.