I hate to drive after dark and was worried because I knew I had left later than planned to go see you. I had figured out exactly when I should leave to make it there in time.

As I drove, I thought about how I was chasing the sunset. The sky would start to darken from the cloud cover but then up ahead I’d see an end in sight and the blue sky peeking out from beyond. I’d get closer and then see nothing but grey wall again, and then blue sky again. It was like the blue skies were always just out of reach.

Close to Augusta though, I caught up to the sun and it was in my eyes (and we were together ten years instead of nine) so I had to find my sunglasses.

I was thinking that our life together was somewhere out there over the horizon.

This sounded all poetic and hopeful and shit in my head until I searched the phrase “chasing sunsets” online and it seems that chasing sunsets is like running an impossible-to-win race, like running on a hamster wheel.

I did actually catch up to it long enough where I had to use the passenger-side visor to block it for just a moment and then it was gone.

There’s something here, I’m just not sure what. Do you think if we could chase the sunset around the world, we’d never age a day and could live together forever?