It was as if the world was trying to tell me something, but I didn’t quite know how to listen. The falling of the sun always felt like coming home- like the peaceful quiet of a room with a humming ceiling fan, cool wooden floors, and the oscillating prism of changes outside. It didn’t matter where I was, or if home was a conceptual phenomenon or a discrete location. Or even an emotion. Regardless, the setting sun cast everything in a charming light like the eyes of a lover. Isn’t it nice to think that everything can be beautiful in a moment? To be seen the way the sunset looks on the world seems a perfect place to reside. Perhaps this is what it’s like to listen…