I can spend many minutes sitting at the table looking out over the Annapolis Basin.
Sometimes, when the sun is setting, I am mesmerised by the sky. It looks like there is a riot of colour dancing on the horizon, but actually there are only a few colours, in various tints and shades.
Often, over to the west, the sun etches a line against the hill behind Digby, delineating and separating earth and sky into their respective realms.
The earth darkens slowly, while the sky blazes with fire, which is reflected in the water lapping against the sand of the beach below us.
And then, suddenly the circus becomes a subdued entity. The colours soften and deepen, and gently let the daylight fade away with a calm coverlet.
If I wait a bit longer, there is a last hurrah - a lingering bright colour, as though our deity has lit a candle against the darkness.
I love that last bright spot in the sky. It always lingers for awhile, and then is suddenly snuffed out.
And that is my evening. In summer, it takes longer for the sun to set than in winter, but I always enjoy the time sitting at the window watching the sun set.
Perhaps it is a legacy from my grandmother, who loved sunsets, and often shared them with me when I was an infant. Whether it is or not, I like to think it is my cosmic connection to her. My darling daughter enjoys sunsets as well, so the connection continues, as so often is the case with these elements of personal pleasure in the vagaries of the world.
