âSo how might we celebrate a sunset without being mawkish or sac-charine? Maybe state it in cold facts. Hereâs what happens: Before a beam of sunlight gets to your eyes, it has many, many interactions with molecules that cause the so-called scattering of light. Different wavelengths are sent off in different directions when interacting with, say, oxygen or nitrogen in the atmosphere. But at sunset, the light travels through the atmosphere longer before it reaches us, so that much of the blue and purple has been scattered away, leaving the sky to our eyes rich in reds and pinks and oranges. As the artist Tacita Dean put it, âColor is a fiction of light.â
I think itâs helpful to know how sunsets work. I donât buy the romantic notion that scientific understanding somehow robs the universe of its beauty, but I still canât find language to describe how breathtakingly beautiful sunsets are- not breathtakingly, actually, but breath-givingly beautiful. All I can say is that sometimes when the world is between day and night, Iâm stopped cold by its splendor, and I feel my absurd smallness. Youâd think that would be sad, but it isnât. It only makes me grateful. Toni Morrison once wrote, âAt some point in life, the worldâs beauty becomes enough. You donât need to photograph, paint, or even remember it. It is enough.â So what can we say of the cliched beauty of sunsets? Perhaps only that they are enough.â
-John Green, The Anthropocene Reviewed
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