A sunset is a beautiful thing. It looks like tangerines and strawberries and mangos and lemons. Like roses and poppies and daisies and dandelions.

It sounds like a chorus of melodies carried by the wind. Like the rustling of leaves and the singing of birds nesting for nightfall.

It smells like a bakery with freshly baked bread. Like citrus and sugar, with a slight bit of salt.

It feels like holding a warm cup of cocoa on a cold winter’s night. Like a soft fur blanket or a smooth leather jacket.

Sunsets are beautiful, no matter how you describe them. I dare you to change my mind.