Sunset Over the Sea

How strange this fear of death is! We are never frightened at a sunset.

George MacDonald

There are moments when time seems to stand still. When an hour feels like a minute, yet the minutes seem to go on forever.

Easter Sunday was like that. My brother and I sat quietly, watching the sun go down over the Spencer Gulf. We had so little time to spend together, only one short weekend, and we hadn't seen each other since our father's funeral two years ago, yet the time while the sun set felt like a year in a day.

Having been raised on the east coast, I had never seen the sun set over the water before. It was a treasured moment, a taste of eternity.

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