This Is It

A little over a week ago, there was a post on my Facebook from friends vacationing on the other side of the world from where I was sitting. The shot was lovely – full of a glorious sunset, tanned legs & feet, and smiles you could not see.

A little over a week ago, there was a post on my Facebook from friends vacationing on the other side of the world from where I was sitting. The shot was lovely – full of a glorious sunset, tanned legs & feet, and smiles you could not see.

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I caught this at end end of my work day before packing up my computer and heading off for the 5:15 carpool run. It stuck with me through the arrival of talkative and sweaty cross country boys. It stayed with me through dropping off my child and picking up my husband. We had plans that night, but first I wanted to see the sunset. Just like my friends half a world away.

So we drove downtown to Quality Hill and caught the last few minutes of a Missouri/Kansas sunset. I was hell-bent to see it. Something in my day beyond the Facebook post was telling me to live now. To see the sunset now.

Something telling me that days are limited and sunsets are not just for vacation. That this is it.

Sloane

p.s. The park at 8th and Jefferson is one of Kansas City’s best spots for seeing the river, the planes in and out of Municipal Airport, and great sunsets. Just go. Trust me.

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4 thoughts on “This Is It”

  1. Quality Hill is one of mine and Mike’s favorite spots in the city. In the summer we picnic there, during thunder and lightening we watch from there (if you haven’t done that, DO IT), and in the winter we watch the calm of snow from there. Some times the food is a simple sandwich, or maybe some BBQ from Arthur’s, other times it’s fancy with wine. But it’s a spot dear to our hearts.

    P.S. I just noticed this was written in past tense. My heart is still in Kansas City.

  2. Great reminders, not always easy to slow down and take the time to seize the moment, but nearly always worth while. When my dad passed away nine years ago, it was a wake up call to live and love more, and stop trying to plan life out so carefully. Spontaneity is under-appreciated, and has led to some moments I will never forget (one night last winter my husband and daughter and I went outside late at night with blankets and stretched out in the back yard to watch a meteor shower…it was amazing, though the poor dog thought we had gone around the bend).

    PS I love sunsets and sunrises also, at home and on vacation. I wish you many more.

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