Sunrise, sunset

Sunrises - I never see many of them.  Sunsets, on the other hand, are plentiful.  

The most memorable:

• sunset over the inland sea - a trip we took with some wonderful friends - Arabian style barbeque, waves washing onto the nearby shore, bedouin tents, lights strung along the tent lines, and the occasional grunts and bellows from the camels.
• sunset at the singing sand dunes - sitting in a huge laager with a large group of South Africans, an enormous campfire, old South African folk songs and Afrikaner liedjies wafting over the dunes, friendly laughter, watching children climb the dunes, listening to the eerie sound of the singing sand dunes.
• sunset on the road as we drove the highway from our visit to the northernmost tip of Qatar - flat desert with the occasional glimpse of civilisation, the fishing dhows in the harbour, egrets, cranes and waterfowl pecking in the shallows of the calm and quiet sea.
• sunset against the minaret of a mosque.
• sunset across the bay, cruising along in a dhow, in the quietness of the bay, watching the lights sprinkle across black buildings in the dusk.
• sunset watching from the Museum of Islamic Arts - ambience set like stage scene - sitting at a table in front of a four story glass window affording an uninterupted view of the Doha skyline across the Bay, fountain water bubbling in the background, and a quiet that is almost palpable. 
• sunset while sipping lattes, or my favourite Arab drink - mint lemonade, lounging outside a restaurant at Souq Waqif, listening to the azaan, or call to prayer coming from four different mosques in the vicinity. 

Life's moments can always take our breathe away if we let it.