Afterglow: A Memoir

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As I watched the sun set over West Bay in the Cayman Islands, I thought how amazing it is that each one is unique. Kind of like a snowflake, no two are the same. The actual event, the sun dropping towards the horizon, is beautiful in it’s own way, but it’s what happens afterwards that provides the show. You are truly a novice if you get up out of your chair or chaise and leave. So what if you didn’t see the green flash? So what if a bank of undetected clouds obscured witnessing that big, beautiful orb dropping below the horizon? When that yolk of fire and energy finally slips out of sight, it lingers still, bouncing off of puffs of clouds and sails and waves, growing more vivid before the afterglow disappears…