It’s the most wonderful feeling I know. Driving down the evening lane toward the tidal river at sunset. That’s when I know I’m home. Whether the drive was long distance or short, the feeling is the same. I’m home.
The variety and beauty of river sunsets cannot be overstated. Not only do you have the changing light above; you also have movement or its absence reflecting the light below. So many variables! Each one so different from the other! One of my favorite pastimes in the sloth of summer is sunset gazing. One after the other. All told, a serenity of sunsets.