UV

It didn't matter that there was frost on the top of his ears, that he couldn't feel his toes, or that each breath felt like there was a tiny ball of knives in his lungs - he wanted to see this.

There is something magical about a winter sunset. It could be how the oranges seem to explode along the horizon, like a firework exploding once it reached it's ascent. It is possible that it is how the wind seems to die down - aware that it should leave this place along with the sun, allowing for stillness to settle over the landscape.

He had always thought it was how the  world seemed to change. As the sun fell out of the sky, the body knows the darkness is coming - tensing for it, waiting for the cold to approach and envelope the darkness. As prepared as you are, the same feelings always rises out of the chest - urging you to do something before the sun disappears below the eye line. It's as if some force is present, waiting to strike at it's first chance.

But today - he realized what he loved about a winter sunset.

In less than twelve hours, he'd be able to witness an amazing winter sunrise.