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SUNSETS & The Little Prince

Sunsets do take my breath away sometimes. They come different each time. What is mesmerizing is when they slowly fade away into the dark night.

Like Anais Nin, I look at sunsets and remember The Little Prince in his tiny planet. He is in his own world, teetering at the edge, counting his sunsets...




It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what
is essential is invisible to the eye.
Below are photos of beautiful sunsets.

Sunset 01 by Chyt Daytec-Yangot


Sunset by  Paz Awingan Aptimes
"This is a beach summer sunset at Williamstown, Victoria, Australia. I left home a bit too early one evening for work so I detoured to the beach. I got rewarded with this scenes ..."


Sunsets 02 & 03 by Paz Aptimes, Australia


When I admire the wonder of a sunset or the beauty of the moon, my soul expands in worship of the Creator.
Mahatma Gandhi
 
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