March 15, 2015 -- Day Two in Pensacola
I needed quiet time for myself to reflect and think. Earlier in the afternoon, I spent a couple of hours at the cemetery with my parents listening for answers and guidance. The silence was not only deafening, but exhausting.
The beach has always been a place where I could find the quiet that I needed to mentally recharge and regroup. I needed to get back into the moment and stop the ruminating.
Through the colors of the sunset, the sounds, the smells and endless horizons representing the possibilities in life, one of the voices visually spoke to me.
It was subtle and painted in the sunset.
The moment did not last long--literally minutes. The colors faded as rapidly as they appeared. Eventually, the painted calling turned gray.
Taking a step back, how can the beauty of a sunset get lost in the chaos of our all-to-busy world? I would have lost this moment if I continued to be self-absorbed with the things I have no control of. I do have control of the things I devote my time to.
What I continually have to remind myself of is that the only thing that really matters is the moment we are in.
Canon 5D Mark II with EF 24-105mm f/4L IS.
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From Sunsets (and Sunrises)