There are some things in life you can never have too much of… and at the top of that list are sunrises and sunsets.

Every dawn feels like a beginning. Every dusk feels like a closing chapter.

And no matter how many I’ve seen, from the Arctic to the jungles of Brazil, each one leaves me quiet, grateful, and searching for words to describe it.

The truth is, you can never watch too many.

Each one is its own story, the way the colors scatter differently across oceans, the way a mountain range swallows the last light, the way silence seems to hold its breath just before the sun tips away.

And it isn’t only when I’m traveling.

Even when I’m at home, in the middle of the city, if I see the sky, rich with golden light, I’ll find myself racing around, trying to find a clear view where I can stop and watch it unfold.

For me, that moment is too important to miss.

Maybe that’s something worth setting as a life goal… to seek out unique corners of the world, not just for the wildlife, but for the skies that bookend each day.

Imagine collecting sunsets the way some people collect stamps.

Patagonia, Tonga, Alaska, Baja, the Pantanal. A library of skies burned into memory.

What makes them powerful isn’t just the view, but the reminder they carry, no matter where we stand, no matter how much is going on in our lives, the world still turns, still paints the horizon, still offers us a moment to pause and give thanks.

So yes, chase the whales, the jaguars, the bears.

But also chase the skies.

Because one day, long after the adventures blur together, it’s that momentary light you’ll remember, the way it painted the world… and the way it painted your soul.