This is the scientific explanation of a sunset given by James S. Trefil in Meditations at Sunset -- a book I've had since moving to this place of dramatic sunrises, sunsets, clouds, a book I often refer to. For a few seconds last evening, I thought I'd be sucked right into the color that surrounded me as I stood on my deck. By the time I snapped two quick pictures the sky had turned dark and all color was gone. Without the pictures, I might have imagined it. This was not scientific, it was magic and very much sangre de cristo -- as these mountains were named by ancient (Catholic) people.
This afternoon's rain clouds are gathering. They may or may not bring rain, but we're hopeful. In general there is a lightness of spirit seeping into my life again -- I hope it builds and lasts. I'm not being a pessimist, just wary. In my puzzling dreams there are many people, rooms, water nearby.
Here I am, discoursing on life and science as if it's news to anyone, as if I know what I'm talking about. But I do know about the giving, the taking, the upside-down quality of each day.
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