Guess this is an example of the ebb and flow of life. Yesterday, I was thinking about hope; today, I’m focused on last night’s hamburgers. They really were great, but it wasn’t just the meal. It was the fact that we managed to have a bit of summer on a cool April night.

We rarely have burgers in the winter. It’s a summer, out on the deck, grill sort of thing, so the fact that we were out there grilling was a good start. After dinner, we headed for Old Silver to watch the sunset.

Watching the sunset from the beach is a huge summer activity around here. If you think about it, it’s a perfect way to end a day on the Cape. It’s something that never gets old for locals and tourists alike. We may have been wearing jackets and sneakers, instead of t-shirts and flip-flops, but the number of people at the beach was a pretty clear indicator that we weren’t alone in our pent up need to recreate the magic of summer sunsets.

And we weren’t disappointed. In a clear cloudless sky, the huge orange globe slowly worked its way down to the horizon and disappeared. I love the absolute silence of the watchers when the moment happens. It’s as though everyone has a private moment of communion with nature before re-entering the everyday world.

I often think about what the experience must have been like for ancient people. We have scientific facts that shape our reality, and we still stare in awe and wonder at the beauty of a sunset. May we never lose the magic.