He worked hospice for years before moving on. He always wondered if the end of one thing means the beginning of another. Is every entrance an exit and every exit an entrance?
Now, he looks out across the Mediterranean as the last glow of sun disappears from the sky and nighttime takes over. During his travels, he has seen sunsets in twenty different countries. The light of the sun goes away but the light of the moon and stars replace it. Then the reverse happens hours later.
He tries not to think about the metaphor too much or how it will apply to him.