Folly Beach

 

The sunrise appeared instantly. Akin to when you are in that twilight sleep then suddenly, for whatever reason, arise, abruptly and fully awake. The horizon over the ocean was the darkest of night, it seemed, enhanced only by the crescent moon shining just over the horizon.  Suddenly, magically, the sky  lightens up, orange, fuchsia, yellow all at once. That sunshine rose, heralding the new day. A sense of hope, I suppose, that all things will be good. After all, orange, fuchsia and yellow could not foretell anything else.

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So, the day arrives and continues to pass either slowly or quickly depending on the tone of the day ahead.

Sunset is like sleep. It happens slowly, then all at once. Like sleep, you wait for the silence, the calmness to come. Deep purple, sky yellow and fuchsia expand over the horizon, deepening with each passing minute. The sunset pulls you in, ushering the end of the day.  Another day closes, beautifully, so beautifully.