In Santorini, an elderly woman named Sofia watched the sunset every evening.
She had a small notebook filled with descriptions of every sunset she had seen.
Pink clouds.
Golden waves.
Purple mountains.
Red skies.
A traveler once asked why she collected them.
“Because they never happen twice.”
The traveler laughed.
“But sunsets happen every day.”
Sofia smiled.
“Not the same one.”
She continued writing until she was very old.
When she died, her family found the notebook.
They read the descriptions and began watching sunsets themselves.
Soon, everyone in the family kept their own notebooks.
The tradition continued for generations.
Nobody collected sunsets because they could keep them.
They collected them because they wanted to remember how beautiful an ordinary evening could be.
