Week 6

I absolutely love being outside and enjoying what many people take for granted. I especially love sitting and watching the sun set. A few years ago my family took a trip to my grandparents house. They happen to live in Kimberly, Idaho. It is a very small, middle of nowhere, farm town. I love it when we take trips there, because it is so small and quiet. Being the outside person that I am, I spend the majority of the day outdoors. As a result of living in a small town my grandparents have close to no neighbors. This is to my advantage, because their front porch faces west, and there is nothing but fields within sight. I would always watch the sunset here. It was a warm summer evening and I was completely soaking in the warmth. It was getting pretty late and I assumed my usual position on the front steps. Within minutes of me settling in to my spot, my grandma came and sat down right next to me. We sat in completely silence, other than the slight breeze, with our faces drawn to the exact same spot on the horizon. It was as if we were both waiting for the same thing. Then it happened. The most beautiful sunset that I have ever seen. It was a magnificent mixture of pinks and oranges. In some areas there was even a slight mixture of purples. There was a slight layer of clouds sweeping across the sky, and the light that reflected off gave the clouds, something that I would describe as, a “silver lining.”Then, as soon as it had come, it was gone. The two of us sat there watching the remaining light drain from the sky. While the sunset lasted for a good amount of time, there was something special about those few minutes when the sun had hit the clouds just right, there was something that I will never forget. When my grandma and I are together, we always make it a habit to try to step away and watch the sunset. To this day I have never seen a sunset as amazing as that one on that remarkable summer evening. It is an image in my mind that stands out to me most, and always comes back into my mind.