The Man Who Counted Sunsets

Every evening, he sat by the shore with a notebook, marking each sunset with a small circle. People mocked him—why count something that always returns? But he continued, observing the tiny differences in color, the angle of light, the emotion of the sky. One day a traveler asked him why he did it. He answered, “I don’t count sunsets—I count the versions of myself that watch them.” And as the sun dropped below the horizon, he realized he had become someone new again.