This evening I drove into Brookline (just one town over, but I rarely get there) to buy gas at a station that's part of the grocery store program that discounts gas ten cents per gallon for every however much of whatever ya buy over the course of a month. I had over 600 "points" so it was 60 cents off per gallon, well worth the 5 mile drive.

Anyway, as I pulled into station, and noticed the attendant was standing a few feet away, aiming his phone toward the sky. I didn't mind waiting, it was really just a few seconds. He came over and after he began pumping the gas, she said, "Sorry for making you wait, I was just trying to get a good picture of that sunset over those buildings."

We had a nice little conversation about how pictures never seem to really capture sunsets well, but we (he and I at least) are compelled to try.

He was a small older man, of African ancestry, and by his accent, he was born and raised somewhere far south of here (likely one of the islands in the Caribbean), and I wondered as I drove away how a Boston sunset over buildings on a busy street even compared with any sunsets he may have seen growing up, but I just thought it was sweet that, even in his thankless job as a gas station attendant, he not only took the time to notice a sunset, but appreciate it, and share it.