My favourite kind of light, the light at sunset.
Oh, little prince! Bit by bit I came to understand the secrets of your sad little life… For a long time you had found your only entertainment in the quiet pleasure of looking at the sunset.
I learned that new detail on the morning of the fourth day when you said to me:
“I am very fond of sunsets. Come, let us go look at a sunset now.”
“But we must wait,” I said
“Wait? For what?”
“For the sunset. We must wait until it is time.”
But on your tiny planet, my little prince, all you need do is move your chair a few steps. You can see the day end and the twilight falling whenever you like…
“One day,” you said to me, “I saw the sunset forty-four times!”
And a little later you added: “You know, one loves the sunset, when one is so sad…”
“Were you so sad, then?” I asked, “on the day of forty-four sunsets?”
But the little prince made no reply.
The Little Prince, Antoine De Saint-Exupery