It’s no wonder the ancients worshiped the sun. Each day it travels across the heavens to dip low to the horizon. As it descends it appears to get brighter, bigger, warmer. Those final moments before it meets the horizon, you can just feel it’s energy. You can try to ignore it; but if you stop, just for a moment, the radiance will ignite your soul. So warm, that final warmth; for once it touches the horizon the warmth it so quickly fades, lost to darkness to await rebirth tomorrow.