The other night I went on a yog (that’s French for “jog”).
Not that there’s something particularly special about that – I yog a lot. This is especially true when I’m super busy or stressed because it clears my mind and gives me something “more important” to do. Fitness is important.
But back to this yog. I tend to go pretty late in the evening, however that night I went a little earlier than normal. Usually I don’t pay much attention to what is going on around me when I am in The Zone, including the position of the sun and moon, but that night I had no choice. Once I crossed the street and looked up, there it was.
I had never seen the sun burning so bright. It was like burning-my-eyeballs bright. Did something happen? Armageddon, is it you? Those were the first thoughts that came to mind.
Once I sobered up from my stupidness and realized that of course nothing was wrong, it was just going to be an extra ridic sunset, it then hit me that I should probably do something about it. Chase it, photograph it, watch it – but don’t let it go down without being there. So I ran.
I ran like Flo Jo.
Sunsets in Sweden are spectacular. I’ve always thought so, even before I lived here. It’s something about its alignment on Earth and the atmospheric matter that is deposited here from the multiple jet streams that cross the Arctic Ocean.
Just kidding, I totally made that up. I have no idea what causes sunsets to be more beautiful than others, but I guess some things are better left to the imagination, or scientists. All I care about is catching them.
Remember this jam? I miss the 90s.