A few days ago, Hub and I were coming home from a music festival, facing the sunset all the way. It changed a little every second, and recreated itself every few minutes. It was such a display that no words were needed; we just watched in awe until the sky was dark.
I have been around the sun more than sixty times, and it has been a good ride. I know there are more sunsets in my past than there are in my future. I'm not angry about that. It is the cycle of life in an orderly universe, and we all have limitations.
What I am angry about is the sunsets I've missed because I wasn't paying attention, when little and unimportant things occupied my time, because I knew I could watch it tomorrow or the next day. The foolish, youthful woman that I was thought there would always be more sunsets, and the ones I missed are gone forever.