Sun phenomenons are compelling;
as a medium it’s intrinsically empathic, communicating patently human sensibilities.
Fortunately, human can experience several sun phenomenons, out of many, including sunset. It is always been easy with sunset, the one that is completely original, easily understood and often reminisced. Sometimes it says something profound whilst palatable enough to be comprehended by anyone as the sun drops towards the horizon, progressively loses violets and blues, then greens and yellows, and finally even the oranges, leaving only the reds behind.
I watched the sun descend through the sky, towards the horizon, and marvel at how the sun remains the same size all the way down. I thanked, my heart profoundly enchanted when the mixture of colors models sunsets, when sunlight must travel a much greater distance through the atmosphere than when the sun is overhead; resulting in a greater amount of scattering which removes more and more of the shorter-wavelength colors, leaving reds, oranges, and yellows.
The feeling, the smell, and the breeze, are completed with a sound from a song I feel profoundly for. Yet it build an imagination of how will it gets better. The song which is a cue to a memory with a friend, a solemn one. It is not a song I often play. A song that accompany me through my journey of seeing sun, on other time to feel a presence of an absence. As those, combined, release a bucket of endogenous analgesia out of my limbic. On spur of moment, everything is alright, again.
Sunset, wind, blanket, hummus, and we are safe.