I was there—in the right place at the right time. I was there when the sun started to paint the horizon in a blaze of crimson light. I watched silently, smiling, as everything around me overflowed with beauty, as the last whisper of the shining sun slowly made way for the stars to hold court.
Now as I remember that late afternoon in the port of the town of Biri, I feel joyful and blessed for having had the chance to witness a slice of God’s handiwork that capped one of my most memorable days. That moment, that golden hour which lasted for just few minutes, was a gentle reminder for me yet again that life is so exquisitely beautiful and is so much worthy of living and celebrating.