Southern Arizona Sunset with Palms
I would worry if I felt that sunrises and sunsets were the same. My sanity might be slipping, my feel for light and dark fading from my grasp. Am I losing my vision, that necessary sense for a programmer!
Sunrises always meant a little bit more warmth, especially as a kid, waiting in the cold in the winter in Montana for the bus to arrive to take us the 13+ miles to school. On days when the temperature was as low as -10F, that extra warmth was a godsend. On days that were much colder than that, we stayed home, either a snow day or mom called us in sick day. Neither happened very often. On those icy cold days, watching the sky slowly brighten, pinks and purples showing up over the blue tinted snow covered terrain, every breath burning cold, it was worth standing there trying to avoid the brisk wind that always seemed to be blowing in Montana to get a glimpse of that sunset.
Sunsets I tend to associate more with summertime, thunderstorms and clouds, hot muggy days with the sky fading into brilliant red, yellow, and orange hues. Days off from school, no cares for as long as summer lasted, which it never did.
My grandparents had a house in Golden Valley west of Kingman Arizona with a beautiful view of the sunsets. The sunsets in Arizona are gorgeous, but I do miss my Montana sunsets.
