After witnessing a thousand sunsets in my life, I had gotten used to them. Even the one that set directly across our office window, I had often taken for granted. They warranted only a momentary pause—"oh, look at that fiery round sun"—before I was back at my computer desk. Not long after, any remaining flicker of daylight was replaced by striking strobe lights from bumper-to-bumper cars and nearby buildings. The neon sign of "In God We Trust" attached to the roof of a condominium created a dragging longing for daylight. Still, I rested at the thought of the sun rising and setting again the next day. I was definitely sure of that. I tended to overlook that the sun's clockwork cycle was what made it possible for life to exist on this planet. Upon closer inspection, it was the most beautiful natural phenomenon that happened every day. That moment between day and night, the short minutes which dusk spans, if I were prodded with a choice, I would say was my favorite time of the day.