i collect sunsets in the palm of my hand

[day twenty-six: your favorite color]

i could sit here and wax poetic about the way the sky bruises at sunset, red and purple darkening to a blue-black that gradually fades into the yellow of sunrise the next morning. i could talk about the color of the light reflecting off the ocean's surface. i could write paragraphs of flowery language relating colors to people to fruit to elements to memories. i can tell you that if my professor were a color he would be red. you might be green or yellow or blue. i could tell you of the werewolf that lives in my imagination with purple eyes the color of mystery and royalty.

i could. and maybe at the end of the post you might know that black is one of my favorite colors. that blue is another one. you might.

but i have class today. i have homework to review and computers to prepare and all i want to do is get back into my book. maybe take a nap. i don't have the energy to write pretty words, to think pretty thoughts. so i'll just tell you that, if i had to choose one, i guess my favorite color of the moment would be grey and leave it at that.

*My Favorite Color - Backseat Goodbye

late dawns and early sunsets

driving to makkah this morning, we saw the most amazing sunrise. it was really picture perfect. the rays of the sun shining out over the mountains, the gilded clouds...

are you a sunrise or a sunset kind of person?? i could never decide; i love them both too much.

sunrises are gorgeous. they are full of hope, of endless possibilities. they are the start of every day when everything is fresh and new and unwritten. oh, and they remind me of mountains, though i'm not sure why.

sunsets are just as beautiful, but it's more of a melancholic beauty. they're a testament that everything must come to an end. no one day - good or bad - can go on forever. they're proof endings aren't always a bad thing. the wider variety of colors signify everything that has been done during the day. like sunrises remind me of mountains, sunsets remind me of the sea.

while sunrises give the opportunity of life, sunsets confirm that life has been lived.

*Early Sunsets Over Monroeville - My Chemical Romance