It’s been too long. New jobs, new commitments, none of which mean anything to the average reader of this blog.
No, the average reader of this blog, if they even cared to read more than one post would be saying “Yeah, that Ben person sure does post way too much about sunsets.”
It’s not original is it? Sunsets get plenty of love. People go out to beaches or mountains to see them. They throw them in movies for style to add a sense of romantic danger or paradoxically a romantic calm.
And yet how could I not post this?
The simple motion of the earth around the sun feels like the absurd grinding of fate. More days gone from life. And yet how could I not post this?
It’s a parking lot, not even a tourist attraction. A boring office parking lot. And yet, how could I not post this?
Heaven as firey as Hell. Sky as diverse in color as the world, full of blues grays, yellow, orange, colors that go together, colors that clash. Blood, flame, blackness, lightness, peach banana pudding. It’s easy to forget these were storm clouds which pounded rain and shot lightning just seconds before the photograph.
What does it all mean? Or should it even mean anything?
Truth is not beauty. Truth is not ugliness. Truth is every color thrown at the eye in a blinding glare. When the sun heads down, the truth is more comprehensible. But only slightly.