Years ago I wrote and broadcast a happy homily a day- a precursor of the daily blog. That's when I developed a 90-second mind. I think I have a shorter attention span now, and its a good thing because other people have, too. Still, I managed to come up with an idea a day, enough to tap-dance for about 900 words. I guess that's when I started squirrelling away my bits and pieces. (Swift recollection of Emily Carr's book, Hundreds and Thousands, aptly named.) One of my little meditations was about sunset depression. It came to mind this week. Sunset depression is the downer one experiences after days of relentless pleasure. I read of it happening to vacationers on yachts exploring the beauty of the Caribbean or South Seas or somewhere. They were breathless, awestruck, thrilled, and yes, happy, to see the glorious sunsets over the ocean every evening. That is to say, the first few were soul-satisfying. But the beauty went on and on and boredom set in. Oh, yeah, look, another glorious sky. Well, there's another one. That sure is nice. Uh huh. Got anything new? And so it goes, went. Surrounded by, drenched in, exposed to, satiated with, all that inexorable loveliness, people couldn't take it and got depressed and longed for change. . I suppose that's the reason for the constant search for new experiences and discoveries, to keep boredom at bay. I guess that's the reason people look forward to January. No sunsets in January, only bills. Something to look forward to?