There are sunsets that don't demand attention. They simply take place in silence.
No filters. No striking hues. Just the golden, gentle silence of a day passing.
As I stood by the shore and watched the light gradually go out, it occurred to me that perhaps not everything needed to be rushed or fixed.
Some things are intended to be seen. to be sensed. Like this, to be inhaled slowly. The ocean is inexplicable. The sky isn't sorry. They simply are. And occasionally, we also need that reminder.