My eyes have sun spots in front of them, but it was worth it.
I got up from my desk and walked over to a window at the end of the unit. The sun is sliding down the sky, determined to rise on the other side of the world. Apartment buildings were silhouettes in front of the giant orange ball. Red, orange, pink colours bleeding from it as it moved slowly out of sight, and thirty-five (give to take a few) giant blue recycling containers crowded about in the garbage area five floors down.
Outside people were walking by with seeming intent, bent on making their way to a certain place by a specific time, and no one could see the beautiful sky above from their positions far below.
The constant exchange of day and night is unstoppable, a force we don't often think about. As the sun rises and falls, another day is gone, and we leave behind all our regrets, our mistakes, our passions, and the choices we have made. Each morning brings a new chance to start all over again and be the person we deeply long to be.
Seize the moment, squeeze and own it, as Eminem so wisely advises.