the sunset dilema

The wind blew her hair around her face until the
setting sun in front of her was caught up within the fine
strands and diffused through it creating the illusion of
a halo around her face. Any passerby would probable aggree
that the sun had purposfully created this affect to
compliment her striking angelic features. Her eyes really
were abnormally large but set off, as they were, by her
long and full eyelashes they became deep pools that truly
provided a window into her soul. And that soul was just
as beautiful and striking as her vibrant green eyes.
It may seem that this essay is wasting too much space
just describing this anonymous angel's eyes but the fact
is they deserve it. Were this girl alive during the age
of chivalry and trubadors, her eyes would be the kind to
inspire impromptu verse from hopeless suiters. One could
look into her eyes and see not only the innocent and pure
honesty radiating from deep within her but see themselves
reflected back as who they were supposed to be. She
really seemed to be an unearthly epheraial being.
At that moment she was lost in thought as she
casually leaned against the starboard deck. She was
fascinated by the beauty of the sun setting on the vast
horizon before her. There were no skyscrapers or power
lines to distract from the raw beauty of the sun's
natural path. It was at then that she finally let go of
all her banal conception of time and gave into natures
insistant and lulling cycle. She let go of her ties to
the past, only holding on to the intangible heartaches
that would later be carried on only in her wrinkles. She g
ave up her hopes for the future but not her dreams. She
turned herself over to the now, as constant and
unpredictable as the choppy waves carrying her far away
from home.
Simultaneously she became aware of the horizon line
before her, the only visible seperation between day and
night. It seemed to extend in an unaturally straigt line
from where she stood to eternity. No, it had
nothing to do with time. It was outside the temporal
world. She noticed that it had no begginning and no
ending. It just was.
Although she percieved it as an unwaveringly straigt
line, some small part of her mind recognized that was just
an illusion and it was really a reflection of the
inconcievably round curve of earths circumfrance. This
new thought made her aware of the paradoxes of light. How
else could the only perfectly straight line experienced in
nature actually be the unchanging curve of the earth that
we live on? Maybe nothing we saw was straight. Yes, she
thought, the concept of "perfectly straight" was just
that, a concept, and nothing more. It could never exist
and maybe we were all better for that.