At my parents' house last week.
The summer sunsets in the mountain west rival those I've seen in Hawaii.
When I was growing up, my grandpa (who lived next-door to my family) would always call us when he saw a pretty sunset and tell us to run to the window quick to see it.
I'd dash barefoot outside to the stretch of grass in front of his chain-link fence where a field opened up for an unobstructed view of the sunset.
I have photo after photo in a box in my basement of sunset pictures I took from that spot with my little film camera.
And every time I see a sunset like this,
I feel a tug in my heart.
I wish I could call Grandpa and tell him to look at the sunset.