I remember the first day when I moved to Clearwater, Florida. Prior to anything else, I went to the beach. I hadn’t even entered my new apartment. I drove, car loaded with everything I own, straight to the beach. I remember pulling up to Pier 60 and watching the sun go down into the Gulf of Mexico. It seemed so perfect. Since then, it’s been a number of years. I have a more realistic perspective of the Tampa Bay area, both the good and less good, but somehow, the magic of watching the sunset from the beach hasn’t diminished in the slightest.
The cool feeling of the sand between my toes, the waves lapping against my shins, and the salty breeze coming off the water is the best therapy for a long day. For an hour, I can sit and watch the sun drip down the horizon and disappear. Then the sky transforms and beautiful azure hues mix with the light of the dying sun. Every time, it’s mother natures unique light show. It’s always breathtaking.
Of all of the things I’ve seen living in Florida, the sunsets on the gulf are consistently one of my favorite parts of life here.