When my friend reacted to this sunset photo Friday afternoon, I was so dumbfounded that I didn’t know what to say.
“I always wondered why people take pictures of sunsets, but I guess they’re all different, aren’t they?” he said. “I thought if you’d seen one, you’d pretty much seen them all.”
He might as well have been speaking to me in a language I’d never heard, because nothing about what he was saying made sense. He thought every sunset was alike? But, somehow, looking at this photo I shot Thursday night, he finally noticed that the clouds and sky and color and texture makes everything different? How could someone become an adult and not already realize this?
And then I suddenly realized I was imposing my assumptions on him. I forget that some people don’t see as much, don’t feel as much — don’t experience as much. And it made me long to show those like my friend what they’re missing.

We’re neither friends nor enemies, just strangers who share the past
‘This path leads to somewhere I think I can finally say, I’m home’
When love finally dies, it’s like a fever breaks and the pain is gone