The curiosity of Sorrento Sunsets

 This photo is not mine, I scraped it off google. However, that shouldn't matter as this is exactly what the sunset looked like in Sorrento. Their pastel colors and inspiring length, lasting for what seemed like an hour. The sunsets will most definitely be the most difficult thing to part with. 

They drag their long faces across the sky like a band that's laggardly to leave the stage. If it was a person it could be said that the sunset cherished every moment of its limited life and this love was displayed in its seemingly unnatural length. 

The sun sets every day, across *almost* the whole world. and yet i find myself drawn to the them regardless, they daily are born, and daily die. Each one wholly different from the rest but entirely the same. 

If they were as numerous as snow flakes their individuality would lose all beauty except in the curiosity of their appearance. 

And if they were any rarer then many would never enjoy their beauty. 

So how lucky we are that the sun sets the same way every where in the world while remaining entirely unique. In all its renditions. Like a painter perfecting one landscape over and over again.