Indecision

As the sun sets each evening in Florida, I am completely torn. Do I stay on the beach, waiting for the light to change above the horizon and melt into a dozen colors in the surf? Or do I hop in the car and dash over to the river, so that I can watch the sun itself sink behind the marshy waters? Every night a critical analysis: Where are the clouds the best? Where is the color likely to be most dramatic? How high is the tide? How strong is the wind? Am I too early? Am I too late?

If only each day involved such a crisis in decision-making!