For the third year in a row, I’m making it my mission to watch the sun rise and set every day during the extended Labor Day weekend. I don’t think we take the time to bask enough. Just simply sit within sight of something pretty and bask. I have a theory that beauty works like a marinade and sinks into your pores.
Do you realize that the sun rises and sets every day? Of course you do. But you don’t really. Otherwise, you would wake up at 5:45 a.m or take a break from indoors at 7 p.m and just watch the sky for a while. When was the last time you dedicated yourself to such a silly, beautifully recurring event?
Sleep is often lost in the name of gaining knowledge (or at least rote memorization), of making money, of fun. Is it really that silly to lose sleep in the name of beauty? I don’t think so, and if it is, it’s the right kind of silly. Exactly the kind of example I want to set for my newborn nephew.
