As I stare into the sunset of my World Race journey, I have been spending some time flipping through the myriad pictures I have taken these last ten months. I glance at an image, and I remember that day… I remember so much of what I was thinking or how I was feeling. And I feel blessed.
In nearly every country in which I have lived this year, I have captured an image of the setting sun. In some places, it is over buildings and shrouded in smog, but most of the time, I have found the sun slipping behind a hill or a mountain, sliding down behind great boulders, sinking into a lake or an ocean, or even escaping beyond a cloud filled horizon from an airplane window. No matter where I have been this year, the sun has still risen in the east and set in the west. And unless you are living in Alaska, you have experienced the same number of sunrises and sunsets that I have.
Check out these pictures and think about this: How many days do you remember in the last year? How many sunsets do you remember?
