Some sunsets you photograph, some you just stand still inside of. This one stopped me cold. I was down by the water in my comfiest hoodie, flowers still in my hair, and the whole sky went to fire and honey behind the city.
That sharp white building sloping into the harbour, the sun melting into the water, a bit of cool air off the sea. I did not say much. I just watched it burn down slow and tried to hold onto it.
Travelling for work is a gift, but moments like this remind me why I really do it. Not the call sheets or the deadlines, just the chance to stand somewhere new and let a sunset knock the wind out of me.
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