As a 6 year old child in London’s East End, sunsets were a rarity because the sun was always shrouded in fog. As a 10 year old child in Guyana, sunsets signaled the disappointing end of playtime and arrival of mosquitoes. Brooklyn sunsets at 15, felt like English sunsets without mosquitoes. At 38, after months of slate gray winter skies, sunsets in Minnesota were glorious. Now living in the East Bay, only miles away from the ocean, sunsets are a mix of British fog and tropical blaze.
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Sky Ablaze
The energy of the sun is my thoughts, my body, my food, my clothing and even my car, so I understand why it was and is worshipped by so many. When absent for an extended period, my live is profoundly impacted by negativity. I become numb and no longer respond positivity to the world as is. The sun helps me to figuratively and physically navigate life.