I chased the sunset as I drove home this evening. The unseen horizon a burning red orange. The sky above already resigned to the night. And in between, the gradient had its own story.
As the last sun sets on 2024, I'm feeling reflective. This last week has been the gradient between holidays and years. That time of transition. Those things done and those to come. There's no definition to it but it's striking. It's this and that and nothing at all. A welcome but melancholic limbo. And in a way I feel like that's where I live.
When I was younger life felt more episodic. There were distinct chapters. There was comfort to that. Or maybe that simplicity of bookends never existed but it just feels that way in retrospect. Grade school. High school. Jobs. College. Dating. Move. Marriage. College again. Career. Kids. House. Divorce.
Now I'm 40 and it just feels like things run together. The colors of everyday life bleed into each other. I paint some semblance of love and intimacy and sex from connections and friends and short term long distance relationships that never had a chance. But true feelings are true feelings- regardless of their definition. And meaningful experiences are always worth it. Though I would be lying if I said I didn't want to share more singular colors with someone.
Then again maybe I'm actually lying to myself right then as there must be a reason I chase the sunsets. Maybe simple isn't for me. There's a lot of beauty to be found in the gradient.
Happy new year, dear stranger.
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