Crescent

I love watching the sun set, from golden hour to the moment when the last pink hues fade from the sky. Every moment is magical. As I write, there are bands of purple radiating behind the ripples of thin clouds on the horizon. I periodically look out the window when the sky is clear and the sun is setting, eager to see as many of the colours of the sky as possible – the oranges and the yellows, the pinks and the purples, the blues. I know that every time I look, there will be something new to...