Who wouldn’t be moved by a beautiful sunset? Apparently there are many, like my extroverted husband for example. His manner of appreciating sunsets is somewhat different. He might look at it for a while, maybe even take a photo on his iPhone, then return to whatever he was doing before. Seldom does he linger over it like I do, watching the nuances of sunlight change the colour scapes. Neither does it cause waves of emotion in him as it does for me.
I think beauty touches introverts to the core because we take time to feel it fully and process it. To me, sunsets contain the magic of each day – the painter God at play.