The Midnight Train

Chapter 49

Why Sunsets Are Beautiful

The forwardness of life was a problem, thought the Ghost.

If days could be scattered all over, so on Monday you were forty and on Tuesday you were nine and on Wednesday you were eighty-one, that would be more helpful.

You would know the fleeting nature of things, realise how many versions of ourselves a lifetime contained.

It would make life’s beauty so abundantly clear.

The way a sunset was so beguiling because it tells us that every day eventually sinks into night.