There is such a difference between the colors at dawn and those at dusk. I recently posted a picture of the view of a tea plantation in one of my favorite south Indian towns. At dawn the skies were blue-r making the sky feel more hopeful, and at dusk it was a peachy color which was meant to evoke a more thoughtful reaction from its viewer (or at least that is what it felt like to me).
Its funny how every day seems the same, the same sunrise, the same traffic, the same job, the same bosses, the same grumpy people, the same sunset, but the reality is it isn’t the same at all. Our minds just stop noticing the differences beyond a point, maybe that’s one of the reasons we tend to take things for granted or become apathetic towards the monotony. Maybe its also a way for our minds to protect us from feeling overwhelmed all the time.
So take baby steps.
Love this day, there will never be another one like it.
Peace & Love