25/12/2012
Its a beautiful sunset I am witnessing for the third day in a row. The fiery ball of orange slowly transforming to a fluroscent pink before merging with the vague outline of a hill. The color is so pale that it is now difficult to distinguish the pink from the grey. Such beauty, before it vanishes completely from sight, leaving behind a grey mist hovering over a fading bell curve of a mountain hill. Oh Nature, thou art a beauty to behold indeed!
26/12/2012
Today, he had a companion. As he came down from the heavens, his identical friend seemed to approach him from the depths of the earth, with a small difference though. It seemed as though the friendly reflection moved at twice the speed to merge with his reality while he faded from sight. Oh, what a beautiful sight it is to see two suns setting - One from the top and one from the bottom. The faint pink coloured crescent is slowly disappearing behind the mountains while the shining white lunar counterpart fades into view on the opposite end of the sky. One moment of lapse and he is gone from sight for today. Oh Nature thou art a beauty to behold...
27/12/2012
Nature never gets tired. The yellow orange ball of fire is back again, The same fierceness, the same beauty, the same cycle over and over again. How many ever times I witness this beauty, I never get tired or bored. Thats the beauty of it. I am always pleasantly surprised by the tenacity of nature. How consistently it never fails to amaze you. The orange is now half consumed by the mountains. It turned into a peach fast disappearing into the depths of the mountainous beast. Its gone, leaving behind a pale pink halo over the beast's head.
28/12/2012
Today is the last day of watching him go down from this place. Tomorrow will be a different place and a different story. I am not sure if I will get to see him or not. Regardless of this, I know that he would be as graceful and majestic as he is today and would look just as beautiful as today when he is going down tomorrow or any other day to come. Today, he was partially eclipsed by tiny clouds. I was afraid I might not get to see him make his graceful descent. But thankfully they were just passing clouds and his glory was once more mine to behold. Ah, the fluorescent pink half crescent, I can never tire of seeing you go down each and every day till the end of my life...
