After dinner tonight I gathered the family up to go down the street to watch the sunset. We humans are fascinated with sunsets. I would guess that is because sunsets seem so final, so monumental and yet immune from human interference. Go to any beach or water's edge and you will always find a crowd there to watch the sun sink into the horizon and hisss as it hits the water. We love to witness the end, with the knowledge that it is really an ephemeral end which will dissipate 12 hours later at sunrise.



Today has been a strange lesson - how a simple shell can make a woman so happy, how no matter how many cone shells I pick up there are new ones to find and most of all, how fragile all of this is, especially ourselves, and we should never, ever assume the sun is coming up the next day.