Sunsets here and there

Sunsets are pretty good in San Francisco, and I can watch the sky from one of the windows of my house. If you look closely you can see one of the towers of the Golden Gate Bridge nudging a cloud.

Sunsets in San Francisco aren't as good as sunsets in Wyoming, where sunsets are compensation for the lack of good restaurants, bookstores, and people with progressive political ideas.

Sunsets in Wyoming are world-class. The reason the front porch was invented was to provide a place for people in Wyoming to come out of their homes on warm summer evenings and watch the sunset. You'd think with such great sunsets Wyoming would be much more sympathetic to liberal humanists like me, but it's not.

Whenever I see a great sunset, wherever it is, I am reminded of Wallace Stevens' line, Everything as unreal as real can be.

Whenever I think of people wherever I am, but especially in Wyoming, I am reminded of Terence's immortal line that nothing human is alien to me.