During the several days I stayed on Koh Chang, a modest-sized island in the Gulf of Thailand, I never missed a sunset. Each evening I stood on a white sand beach in Hat Kaibae, a small resort town, and watched the sun sink slowly below the Gulf and set the sky on fire. Each evening the sun painted a different portrait as it bid its goodnight.
My first evening on the island the setting sun touched the water of the Gulf and flared into a concentrated conflagration of nuclear yellow, as if an atomic bomb had detonated at sea. On the following evening the sun made its descent in the form of a vivid, smoldering orb casting a wedge of fiery light heavenward and painting the sky with glory and hope. On my final evening, the sun defied the low, dark clouds obscuring the horizon by turning a large swath of the western sky into a river of molten embers.
Our world is intensely beautiful.