same familiar elements—golden globe, pink and purple skies, waves forming in the distance or crashing on the shore, and palm trees in the foreground—I seem determined to capture every moment of this quotidian occurrence. Recently, I had just returned to the Big Island after having spent an extended period on the mainland. Because I live in Hawaii and work in Denver, I can at times get habituated to the harried life of being an executive leader of a thriving media and tech company, and forget to take the contemplative life I’ve established at home with me when I’m off-island. On this particular evening, I found myself madly running errands as sunset was approaching. As I completed my to do list, I happened to be driving up the crest of a hill and was awestruck by the expansive view of a crisp horizon where ocean meets sky and my glorious sun about to go down. I thought to myself, “I hope I don’t miss sunset before I get home.” Omtimes.com Looking at the clock on my dashboard and recalling that the sun had been setting at around 7:07 p.m., I frantically tried to calculate whether or not I could make the mad dash to my place to catch it on time. As silly as it sounds, I was actually rushing to have a relaxing experience. I was dismayed to realize that I would not beat the sun’s scheduled departure. But then, as if on cue, the truck in front of me suddenly pulled over to the side of the road, which seemed to point to an obvious solution. I could actually stop forward momentum and pause to experience the sacred moment when the activeness of the day is replaced by the quietude of impending nightfall. I pulled over behind the truck and from the back seat of its cab, an elderly Hawaiian man gingerly stepped out. It wasn’t easy for him and it was clear that his body had the wear and tear of a life fully lived. It took several deliberate movements October 2015 A Editi on