The Sun, Signing Off
Every sunset over water is broadcast twice — once in the sky, once on the sea.
Water is the only audience that applauds a sunset properly. Land just sits there; the sea repeats everything — doubles the orange, stretches the light into a path that appears to lead from the horizon directly to your feet, wherever your feet happen to be. Sailors call it the glitter path. Everyone else calls it the reason they missed dinner.
This collection runs the full programme: brass-bright endings, pink afterglows that outlast the sun by twenty minutes, and the rare green-grey evenings when the light gives up gently, like a radio fading.
A sunset wallpaper is the most popular kind in the world, which tempts serious people to avoid it. Resist the snobbery. Some things are popular because they are correct.
