Just imagine the sun set all the way and how dark it would have been... Normally the sun goes down about 5-6 pm in the winter here.
Our summers are long as ever tho..;)
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is a society, where none intrudes,
By the deep Sea, and music in its roar,
I love not man less, but Nature more
--Lord Byron
No. The journey doesn't end here. Death is just another path. One that we all must take. The grey-rain curtain of this world rolls back, and all will turn to silver glass. And then you see it. White shores and beyond. The far green country unto a swift sunrise.
A small critique: try to put the line of horizon to the horizontal (rotate fonction with Phtshp)