It gives me immense pleasure to watch the sun go down on me, yesterday, today and maybe day after today! For the past few days I have been watching over my cubicle window where the setting sun can be beautifully captured and enjoyed for quite some time.
Setting sun has a fine mix of melancholy and joy. As soon as the winter afternoon sun starts to go down, I start to think on the day’s chores, missed agendas and upcoming resolutions. But what I fail to understand is the strange blend of feelings that cannot be rightly assessed. Sun being my ruling star (according to by natal charts) I believe in its strong presence in my life.
Whenever there has been a ‘shipwreck’ in my life, I have beamed back with added zeal in no time, much like the sun that goes down, yet comes back the very next morning with added life and vigour!
I am sure all of you must have felt something strange (a rush of emotions, feelings or an unknown line of thought that has remained impossible to ascertain as to why it has come up!) whenever you have witnessed the blissful setting sun…