Beach Sunsets [Photography]

Hey everyone!

As promised, here’s a set of photos from a recent trip I took to the beach to watch the sunset. This, I believe, was the first time in my life that I actually saw the sun disappear over the horizon. Every other sunset I’ve watched has been blocked by buildings, mountains, or other features. So, this was a new experience for me. I appreciated it a lot, and I’m glad I went.

You all should go watch the sunset now too!

Take care of yourselves.

KT


bright yellow and orange sun shining over the ocean
sun descending over the ocean horizon
sunlight reflecting over the sand
sunlight reflecting over the sand
bright glow of the sun in the darkening sky
brightly glowing sun descending over the ocean
bright round sun descending over horizon
glowing sun descending over the ocean with waves approaching shore
sun descending over ocean with approaching wave
sun descending over the ocean with waves crawling in
distant view of sun touching horizon over the ocean
sun slipping below the horizon
sun slipping below the ocean horizon
blue and purple post-sunset sky with dark trees in foreground
orange, yellow, purple post-sunset sky with dark tree in foreground

Aren’t Many Like Us

I remember that day. On an overnight island trip, we woke up early one silent, misty morning. We rose from our beds, exited our tents, and wandered the paths down to the beach – together. We walked, side by side, parallel to the shoreline, watching the waves crawl across the sand. We held hands. We found rare seashells. We embraced this quiet, powerful moment of communion, something that neither of us could put into words back then, something that many do not understand even now. It was a morning I will not forget.

I close my eyes and wonder why the image of this day comes so strongly to my mind. But the answer comes to me quickly: I probably wouldn’t be alive today, if you had not given me memories such as these.

I wasn’t the greatest friend to you, I know that. In middle school I was struggling with symptoms of depression that I couldn’t understand. I was too focused on myself, on my problems, to see yours. But still you held my hand. Still, you stood with your back to mine and promised we would face the world together. And we did – and we won.

We won, because we both made it out alive. And although we are divided now, separated by time and distance and situations over which we have little control, I know that if I ever need you again, you will come for me. And if you ever need me, I will come for you. Together we will stand, back-to-back, alone in the rain, until the storm subsides… until the world decides to let us free.

Because, as you told me so long ago, there aren’t many like us.