Sunset Boulevard

Sunsets fascinate me. Most of them disappoint by happening behind the clouds. A much-hyped poet imaginatively described the red hue of the sky at sunset as the sky blushing as everybody looks on when she changes clothes from bright to dark:
இது ஒரு பொன் மாலைப் பொழுது
வான மகள் நாணுகிறாள், வேறு உடை பூணுகிறாள்

Sunrises are good too. Too bad for them that I don't wake up that early to catch them. Here is a view of a glorious sunset as viewed from Toronto airport.