The First Sunset
A memory from the mountains near Innsbruck
There are evenings that don’t just end the day —
they open something.
We had come down from the mountain hut,
our cheeks warm from laughter,
the air still heavy with the scent of rain.
And then —
the sky began to glow.
Not just golden or pink.
But everything.
A riot of color, as if the horizon had caught fire
and the world had decided to blush.
Rainbows appeared where you didn’t expect them.
Light bent and played along the ridges.
And we stood there — somewhere between silence and song,
between all that had not been said,
and everything that could be.
It felt like a beginning. Like the first page of a story whose ending you don’t yet know, but that you already love.
As if the sky was saying: Look. This is what it could feel like.
To be seen. To be met. To be changed by something as simple and as impossible as a sunset shared.
Moments like this don’t stay. You can’t hold them. They melt into night, just as hearts do when they start to open.
But sometimes, the very first sunset is enough.
To plant a seed. To let you believe again. To remind you what it means to feel the light return.
from the quiet corners of the wild,
– julia