It was a few years ago, sitting at the edge of a swimming pool.
Next to me was my friend Jill, and stretched around the pool were a hundred or so other people, kids & adults, all getting together one last time, in a ritual end to a summer camp session.
Beyond the far end of the pool the crepuscular ghosts of the foothills were inching their way up toward a sun which was illuminating the sky with colours that Windsor Newton will never synthesize.
I stared for a while, approaching unseemly emotion at the beauty of this display, then nudged Jill, and pointed to the distant sky.
"I know," she said. "I've been watching it."
It was then that I fully got that some things don't need to be said. Some thoughts don't need to be spoken. An experience is shared, or it is not, and explicit inclusion into thought, or deed, or act of god is no way to behave.
Not every thought has value, and you've never been the only one watching a sunset.
