Growing up and looking at this sunset, there was always someone (usually Dad) who would exclaim, "there she goes!" directing everyone's attention toward the glowing ball headed for a dip in the lake. Now, it's become a ritual of everyone picking themselves up, wine glasses in hand, and parking themselves on the rocks at the edge of the water for the best sunset-viewing seats. It's the entertainment of the evening.
I think this is the reason behind my almost Pavlovian reaction to every sunset: everyone, look! Take a picture! There she goes.
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