Look, up at the sky. There is a light, a beauty up there that no shadow can touch. — J.R.R. Tolkien

I live in a beautiful place. Rocky cliffs. Windswept beaches covered in blankets of thick fog. Pounding waves slowly eating away at rocky embankments. Old piers jutting out into the Pacific. Whales just off the coast, hawks wheeling overhead.

Which makes it especially sad that I don’t notice it as much as I should. Count on sunset, though, to make even the most jaded local (me) look up.

Clearly, I need more sunset walks.