When Covid 19 erupted, my family and I were happily cocooned among the cranes, palm trees and mellow sunsets of Anna Maria Island. Islands have a way of removing us from reality, and even the headlines couldn’t puncture our rose tinted bubble. When news that England would be closing its borders reached us, we were catapulted into reality. My Mum was with us, and it was clear that catching the next flight home was the right thing for her to do. It was an abrupt ending to a beautiful week together. The following 48-hours were surreal, as we held on to the sweet ignorance of where we were, while knowing we were flying home to a very different life. Sunsets are an occasion worth turning up for, especially on Anna Maria Island. Our children have learned to embrace them, and see the beauty and majesty in them. I shall always remember that last sunset on Anna Maria; local children playing in the surf, old men standing guard by their fishing rods, families admiring their sandcastles, Iole, Antimo and Luma racing against the wind. Sometimes, as a moment unfolds, we just know to pay attention. We just know that it’s significant.