Is it possible to be so spoiled by the brilliant colors of paradise that one welcomes a monotone sky and sea? Today while on a sunset walk, I noticed that the heavens were a neutral tapestry of grey and dark blue shades. It is the type of sky you typically see during a Floridian sunset, but not one that I have seen often on STX.
I didn’t get a picture, but it looked something like…
Typically, a Caribbean sunset provides a dramatic backsplash to the shifting and impossible blue hues of the ocean.
Both equally lovely, for different reasons.
I am not a stranger to something being so incredibly gorgeous that it nearly painful to look at. You know that scene in “American Beauty” with the bag? You know the bag scene, surely!
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Anyway, life tends to be like that a lot. Through the regular tantrums, the worried brow of a laid-off papa bear, the daily stresses and struggles, stream the rays of exquisite sun.
I see them in the innocent, wide smile of Casey:
When a much deserving-dad gets a break from life stresses to get pummeled by Neptune
When a loving Grandparent plays with their beautiful grandsons
That one formed right above our driveway.
With all this color saturation and sensory overload, it is no wonder that the occasional grey sunset is a welcome and beautiful sight.
Spoiled? Maybe a little.