Sunsets are to blame for countless tomes of affected poetry, super sappy kisses, and if you drive the perfectly east-west streets of Salt Lake City, rush hour fender benders. And yet I still love them. I love sunsets because they are The Moment personified. The sunlight you see on the mountain will never rest in that exact same spot in that exact same way ever again.My parents house faces east and the mountain rising sharply at the end of their street has always held the sunset in such a gentle way. My old room, the boxes upon boxes upon boxes of books I still have stashed in their garage a decade later, the neighbors circling the cul-de-sac, none of these say "home" to me. This particular mountain however, has always been a version of home.
