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You can’t have the sunset

The sublime

I like watching the sunset, I do it quite often. I am lucky enough to live near Greenwich park and admire its serene glide into the London cityscape.

People gather there, all sorts of people, from all places, young and old, couples and individuals, goths, meditators and prayers, tourists – even the odd urban ‘gansta’ is forced to dismount their bike and acquiesce to the moment.

And there we all stand, together, in peace, watching the sunset and we are all touched.

So what’s beautiful for me?

Beyond the obvious colours, for me the beauty of a sunset runs deep, its something we cannot have – we can only witness.  It brings delight and wonder, just watching as we cannot control it. It changes constantly and the world changes with it. It reveals an ungraspable transience – it passes quickly, we know it is going to end – its has impermanent beauty.  Each moment different.  And every evening original.  It brings out the interconnection of all things, it touches their uniqueness – the clouds, the wind, the temperature, the people, the feeling, they combine to make the scene.  It reveals reality.  So there I stand, often, in awe at the world.

Here is one such witness account from Greenwich park.  I truly hope you can enjoy the pleasure of this place too.

Sunset over Greenwich park - from the AnAccidentalAnarchist.comSunset over Greenwich park - from the AnAccidentalAnarchist.com

HERE FAIR ELIZA, VIRGIN QUEEN FROM BUSINESS FREE,
ENJOY’D THE SCENE HEREOFT IN PENSIVE MOOD SHE STOOD
AND KINDLY PLAN’D FOR BRITAIN’S GOOD:
SO RECORD TELLS AND THIS BESIDE,
SUNG DITTIES TO THE SILVERTIDE
FULL WORTH SUCH HONOURS ART THOU STILL,
BELOV’D OF THOUSANDS, ONE TREE HILL
T.N. ONE TREE HILL, THE LONDON CHRONICLE MAY 25-27TH, 1784

HERE FAIR ELIZA, VIRGIN QUEEN FROM BUSINESS FREE, ENJOY'D THE SCENE HEREOFT IN PENSIVE MOOD SHE STOOD AND KINDLY PLAN'D FOR BRITAIN'S GOOD: SO RECORD TELLS AND THIS BESIDE, SUNG DITTIES TO THE SILVERTIDE FULL WORTH SUCH HONOURS ART THOU STILL, BELOV'D OF THOUSANDS, ONE TREE HILL T.N. ONE TREE HILL, THE LONDON CHRONICLE MAY 25-27TH, 1784

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    • I remember it well 🙂 her balloon that flew away only to magically appear in a tree outside our house a few days later. Synchronicity if ever there was.

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    • I remember it well 🙂 her balloon that flew away only to magically appear in a tree outside our house a few days later. Synchronicity if ever there was.

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  1. Wonderful sentiments. That is what I love about Sunsets too, the beauty, how seemingly minor additions or subtractions changes the character, as a cloud, a bird, a jet’s vapor trail. Beauty is there, then sadly it fades, you can’t take it with you, a photo just doesn’t quite capture if for you: but there is hope too for an even better sunset tomorrow.
    Thank you for liking one of my posts, I am so happy I read yours.

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  2. Wonderful sentiments. That is what I love about Sunsets too, the beauty, how seemingly minor additions or subtractions changes the character, as a cloud, a bird, a jet’s vapor trail. Beauty is there, then sadly it fades, you can’t take it with you, a photo just doesn’t quite capture if for you: but there is hope too for an even better sunset tomorrow.
    Thank you for liking one of my posts, I am so happy I read yours.

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