Some nights mum comes banging on my locked door - she won't let me miss the sunset; and it's beautiful as we sit outside in our matching dressing gowns - gazes totally fixed. People say that God isn't real, but who painted this? Where are Evolution's arms? What incredible imagination could Mother Nature have? No: this kind of beauty stands alone, unparalleled and more than enough to capture attention for hours as it gracefully descends.