This is the sun setting over Malin Head, the northernmost point of Ireland, a remote and isolated place. The kind of place where the pub sells wood adhesive and cement in addition to pints and cigarettes. The kind of place where the air tastes of salt and you can always hear either the wind or the waves.
Or a souped-up Honda Accord doing 160 km/hr in the dark down a wet, pothole-laced, single-lane road with no street lights.
Anyway, it's gorgeous.