I visited Britain for the first time 15 years ago, spending a month there, from early July till early August. In November I visited again, and in September 2003 I flew into what had become my seven-year period of life in England.
When I was returning home in 2010, my mother wondered if I missed any food. I craved some very special dairy products, but that was that.
I missed sunsets and some Moscow districts most.
Sunsets have always been spellbinding where I live. My grandma and I used to sit on our balcony on the 5th floor, enjoying the dramatic changes of colour and its intensity. Watching the horizont melting in subliminal gold or erupting in passionate union of red and purple couldn’t possibly have left my imagination untouched by the divine revelation. It took me years to admit that I was a believer, and sunsets were a reference point for my nascent faith in the 2000s.
What about you? What do you miss when you are away or alone?
To give you an idea of what I’m waxing lyrical about, here are some sunset photos from my neighbourhood.