Sunsets have become a cliche. But there's a reason for that, isn't there? Something about the way they can turn anything to gold, without King Midas, or Rumplestiltskin, or any sort of magic, save for a certain angle of the sun. A sunset is one of the few things that happens every day and still makes me stop and take notice. Why not other things too? The golden brown colour of fresh toast in the morning, or the first word on an empty page, or the reflection of a stranger in the bus window. Everything we see is dependent upon a certain angle of the sun, a certain quality of light.
