Sometimes all you have to do is look up
The other night, I was sitting in my apartment, strumming the few chords I knew how to play on my guitar. It had been a dark and dreary day, certainly not one worth spending outside. As sunset neared, I caught a glimpse of an orange tint in the sky out my window. The photographer inside of me knew exactly what to do, and I sprung into action, sprinting down the block to a nearby parking garage that offered a pristine view of the Minneapolis skyline.
As I raced to the top I was nearly brought to tears at how gorgeous the world looked at that moment. A double rainbow streaked across the eastern sky, ending right at the top of the massive grain silo with “United Crushers” bravely graffiti-ed on the front.
As I gazed westward, the sky was a deep fiery orange. The skyline was cast in a dark shadow. Shades of purple and blue complemented the the orange inferno above. It was a sight to behold, and thankfully, I was able to capture it with my camera. I was overtaken by feelings of pure bliss, excitement, and awe at mother nature’s artistry.
It made me realize something. Most people never see these daily masterpieces. Some don’t even care. I give most of the credit to my camera, for drawing me out of my apartment to capture the beauty. I learned a valuable lesson that night: enjoy every sunset.