We unboxed a glorious sunset Tuesday night that turned out to be the last, perfect gift of this Christmas season.
It is one thing to enjoy a beautiful sunset, it is quite another to watch it unfurl with someone who takes as much delight in such things as you do. That’s what happened to my sister Jenny and me late Tuesday afternoon and we’re both still giddy with the thrill of it all.
The sounds caught our attention first on our pre-dinner stroll — the crunch of our snowboots on the frozen snow, the clip clop of horse hooves from a passing buggy, the barely perceptible whoosh of deer crossing the road ahead.
Then, that sunset peaked out and we stopped to dilly dally in all that lavender blue.
Pink followed blue and then purple and those shy pastels danced gently on the snow all around. We spun in a full circle to take it all in.
“That was so cool,” Jenny said.
But the show had just begun.
“Look behind us,” I said and my sister gasped. We had stumbled into a take-all-comers sunset, and the golds and oranges had just arrived.
I think all those colors appreciated our little audience of two, because they put on quite a show. They even stuck around for the moon, which seemed kind of tickled to have the company.
I was also tickled to have the company.
I can’t tell you how grateful I was for those moments in the fresh clean air, under that glorious sky with my sister and a cabin full of people we love right behind us.
Sunsets, like all good gifts, are sent from heaven above.
