I watched the sunset on Saturday at a restaurant next to Lake Hefner. I sat with some dear friends with a drink in my hand and talked over the chatting voices, the music playing loudly, and the families walking by on the sidewalk. I watched the sky burst into orange hues as the sounds of others swirled around me.
It was a boisterous, busy, and beautiful sunset.
And on Sunday, I watched the sunset over a much smaller lake somewhere outside of Oklahoma City. I breathed in the fresh air, air that somehow smelled exactly like Oklahoma to me. I felt the need to whisper, as if to preserve the quiet peace of the scene. I stood awestruck by the beautiful color palette of the evening, the blues and violets and pinks of the sky. I wanted to memorize the moment, the sights and sounds and smells.
It was a calm, cool, and completely wonderful sunset.
I don’t think I can ever choose between the quiet stillness of a country sunset or the vibrant life of a city sunset.*
And I don’t think I ever want to. I just want to watch the glory of each sunset and enjoy the moment, wherever I am.
* Though let’s be real, a sunset at Lake Hefner in OKC isn’t exactly “city”
