I’ve mentioned before that I like to ponder the search terms that bring people to this blog. My favorite of the day is غروب. I have no idea what language that is in, let alone what it means. Isn’t it pretty, though? When I searched it back, via Google, I found links to sunsets.
Sunsets. This is what I love about the Internet. It makes it easy to see how much we have in common – the things we all love – all over the planet. Sunsets. If you love sunsets, too, you might want to follow the link to the Wikimedia Commons entry. There you can find pictures of sunsets from everywhere you can imagine, and some places you cannot. Costa Rica, where I saw a volcano emerge from the mist. Utah, where a beloved sister, brother in law, and niece live. North Carolina, where there are more beloved sisters. California, home to Dad the Muskinator and Bonnie his Beloved. England, where Heather Uphilldowndale blogs of a north unlike, and like, our own, and where a kind Anglo-Indian family shared their meal with me in the Birmingham airport. Australia, where Leslie and Marcelle are just moving into spring. Mars. There are pictures of Martian sunsets taken by Voyager. I don’t know anyone on Mars. Not yet.
I find this heartening. Surely such extravagant beauty was not made for destruction. So for anyone who knows what غروب means, or even what language it’s in, or even . . . never mind. For anyone, anywhere, even on Mars, here is a Michigan sunset, with love and hope.

Gerry Sell
October 7, 2008
Aha! Further research suggests that غروب is “Persian” for sunset. Depending on who you ask and when you ask ’em, “Persian” is the language of Iran, pre-Islamic invasion. See also Farsi, Tajiki, Dari . . . the mind reels. And the earth spins.
Leslie of Kaleidoscope
October 7, 2008
My biggest entry point on Kaleidoscope is Frances Mayes. 🙂
That is a beautiful picture by the way. 🙂
uphilldowndale
October 7, 2008
And after sunset, sunrise, and a new day.
xx
Gerry Sell
October 10, 2008
That’s something else I think about. As I toddle off to bed I think about Heather Uphilldowndale dashing out her door, camera in hand, to capture another English dawn. It’s a comfort knowing she’s on the case while I’m asleep.