I think, no, I feel sunsets are glorious. I can be moved by the colour, the moment, the changing sky, the movement of colour, the shadows, light and dark, So much going on, I often feel like I’m breathless as I watch in awe. The birdsong changes, and so does my sense of body and life. And in that moment I feel my place, not small in a negative sense, but small as in not sole or singular, rather, feeling a part of the internetwork of nature, an awareness returns of the primitive and lost sense of relationship with brother sun, sister moon and mother earth. I am, because we are! I am not the controller but the receiver of this wonderful gift. Glorious in every way.