Not all sunsets are alike.
It's not just the colors that vary, the different shades of purple and red that stripe the sky like a psychedelic layer cake.
And it's not just what happens as the sun sinks below the trees and skyline.
It's what happens after the sun goes down.
A winter sunset marks an end to the day. Winter night is a time to hurry through the cold, body braced against the elements.
A summer sunset simply turns the day a different color.
It's a time for the nightly dance of fireflies and mosquitoes and bats.
It's a time when you see shooting stars, not because they're not there the rest of the year, but because you're outside looking at the sky, not wrapped up in a blanket in front of the TV.
It's a time for walking the downtown streets, wondering what the night will bring.
Even at midnight, you can feel the sweat on your skin as you walk down the sidewalk.
And even as the air is thick and you long for the cold, you hesitate to wish too hard, too soon.
Because you know, ultimately, the sun each year sets on summer.
Contact Jason Hardin at 373-7021 or jason.hardin@news-record.com
The sound of the ice cream truck. The sight of a sparkler. Malls and movies. Pools and Putt-Putt. Camps and cruising.
Whether in Topeka or the Triad, the scenes of summer are universal.
So, we sent staff writer Jason "Endless Summer" Hardin to bring us back some memories. He, uh, still hasn't come back.
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