A Beautiful Sunset Some of the people are caucasian and

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A Beautiful Sunset Some of the people are caucasian and some of Asian origin. All and all most of them seem to have a single destination and purpose in mind for being here, but why do they walk all the way to the end? I can see it just as well from where I am. Perhaps it's just to feel closer.

A caucasian couple walks by and turn left, walking along the narrow pathway towards the small crowd gathered at the end. They stop briefly to dig into the backpack, which he is carrying, and pull out a camera, then continue down the path hand in hand. Upon reaching the end they pause for a moment, take a picture, and talk, staring off into the distance across the water. Once their tasking was complete they retreat back towards the beach, walking slightly slower than they had before.

Another couple, which had paused to look and talk at the end of the boardwalk, began to slowly make their way back to the beach.

They passed two young men who were also making their way out to the end of the boardwalk.

It's easy to tell the local people from the tourists. The locals seem more confident and comfortable of their surroundings. Perhaps it's a path they have traveled many times before.

There is quite a large crowd gathered out at the end now. People are lining up along the edge now looking west. Two children are playing near their parents and don't show any interest in what's about to take place. Often the mother turns and looks to ensure their safety.

Slowly the children stop playing and turn to the attention to their parents and those around them. All the energy, which was just moments before, is now gone. I turn my attention to the sky as it slowly begins to mutate over the ocean. The sun is just inches now from being dissolved by the vast ocean lying before it. As it creeps closer and closer the crowds gather more and more to see this spectacular sight. By just sitting and watching it, the magnificent transformations in colors are not near as obvious as looking away for a few moments and then returning to catch an entire new scene of shapes and colors. The ocean performs its roles in this scene just as well, dancing with the same colors as the sky and following each moment of metamorphosis with another one just as grandeur.

Off in the distance a sailboat slowly slips by. The shadow of the intense, bright yellow and orange sun blackening its every shade of white. Just to the left of the sailboat a dinner cruise ship pushes through the water. Multiple flashes of light break through its' dark, shadowy existence. Giving it some life unlike all that surrounds this beautiful sunset. Everything else seems to be melting into the ocean and turning dark, fading away against the radiant shades of red, pink, violet, yellow, orange, green, and blue, as the sun reaches its' final destination.

People walking nearby have stopped in their tracks and stopped in time to take into memory what they see before their eyes.

The deeper the sun sinks into the ocean the more colorful its surroundings seem to get. Just when the sun is completely extinguished the sunset takes your breath away… you realize that the sun has set. The sky's' colors begin to fade off into their surroundings giving to a new presence. This new presence is that of nightfall.

Everything is coming back to life now, as people are leaving the boardwalk, and walking back to the beach now more slowly. Those who stopped nearby me have gone on their way. As I grab my backpack and head on my way this thought crosses my mind. There are many things in our lives that we only get to see the beauty of in its very final moments. The closer to its' end the more we appreciate it and then at our most vulnerable point it is gone.