The Sun Also Rises

We observe sunsets in this class.  They are sobering - a final release of clarity to unravel the mess we made that day.

Some sunsets are deeply personal moments enjoyed in solitude, and others are experienced in collective awe.  A cyclical ritual anchoring even the most tumultuous mind to the fabric of time, they remind you that you are a small, most likely insignificant part of nature.  Regardless, we still observe in search of some connection and meaning and relevance because it is worth it.

The cycle of the day ends, the slow descent of the sun edges past the mountains, the richness of the landscape begins to desaturate - all while a striking orange glow desperately fights its ill-fated disappearing act.  With our eyes unblinking, we observe a most gripping ending and see nothing else. Upon the sun’s departure, a scatter of birds rush in an attempt to fill its lingering void.

This is the story of the final moment that refuses to be mediocre, that will flourish until its last breath, and exit with fanfare.




Cathleen Chiu