my kind of evening traffic

The time of the day, right after the sun hast set down.

When the sky over the tropics turns from a warm golden shimmer to a bright orange hue to a blood red to a neon magenta to a velvety purple to pitch black, all within an hour.

It is magical. It is mesmerizing. It inspires me.

You will never know if I am observing, drowning in my own thoughts or just sitting still.

Sitting in silence in the warm sand and watching the spectacle, the natural firework without any rush.