Living on the West Coast grants me the most beautiful sunsets. Just out our front door is a spectacular dance every evening between the Sun and the Mountain. Bronson has grown accustomed to climbing just outside the door to watch the last few minutes of the day as the Mountain swallows up the Sun. This time he found a special rock; something I have done many times before. These few minutes at the end of the day are some of my favorites. And, as we wish the Sun farewell, for now, I think to myself how blessed I am to have this time.