The sunset is a romantic scene for some. For me, it brings memories of Sunset on Ocean Beach in San Francisco, sitting with Dog Boy, bundled up on an old sheet on the sand with beer, cookies, and pretzels. Every Friday we'd bus down to the water and sit and try to crack each other up with the funniest story from our crazy jobs (the Boy usually won.) Sunset was about sharing and it's where we were brave enough to tell each other the things we thought we couldn't - that he'd gotten engaged (it didn't last) or that I was leaving (he handed me another beer.) And then it was over and we would go home, drunk on alcohol and friendship, in the cover of the dark.

Every sunset is an ending, to the day, the week, an era. And every North Country sunset I see is one closer to my last...which I assume I'll be watching as we pack up our truck our last night here. The Earth moves and the sun sets on everything. I think the key is to get through the night and be ready for when the sun rises in the morning, to be ready for what comes next.