We headed out for Nashville before dinner. While traveling I-40 near Oak Ridge, the sun escaped the horizon leaving behind a beautiful array of vivid colors. I considered the fact that we were westward bound and decided that it might be possible to make this view last a bit longer if I pushed our speed to the edge of safety. 30 minutes later, as we cut through the darkness, I came to the realization that my efforts to outrun the rotation of the earth were futile. My desire to pursue temporal ownership of the heavens had caused me to miss the moment. I wish I had, instead, pulled off to the side of the interstate a half an hour earlier and simply enjoyed the glorious scenery. I have spent much of this evening reflecting on a view, a gift, and an inspirational moment that is forever lost. How many times have I done this same thing in my life? There are so many events, purposed for a moment of joy, that I have given up in pursuit of something more than was intended. In this time of meditation, I am purposed to no longer chase after sunsets, but to bask in the glory of the moments I am given.