Nightfall. When day turns softly to evening. But night does not
fall. It rises.
Wait for a brilliant clear day and find a place of contemplation,
one with a clean horizon that allows you to see the changing colors
of sunset and twilight. Like everything else in sunlight, the Earth
casts a shadow into space. When our Moon passes through the shadow
at full phase (opposite the Sun), we see a lunar
eclipse. But the shadow starts at the surface of the Earth
itself and must first cut through our own atmosphere. So as the Sun
dips below the western horizon, a gray band rises in the air to the
east, the earthshadow. The Sun is far
and the air near, which produces a lever action that causes the
shadow to climb faster and faster until it sweeps across the
darkening sky, allowing the stars to shine. Night thus rises. It is
in morning twilight, just before sunrise, when the gray band descends to the western horizon, that
night falls, the Earth's shadow finally disappearing as the Sun
pops up in the east and a new day begins. Welcome to the sky --
half your world. Look upward and you won't want to look
back.
If the stars come out at night, where are they during the day?
Distant suns, they can hardly stop shining only to appear when they
think night will blanket the heavens. They are just not bright
enough to be seen against the cover of the blue sky. Have you ever really looked at
it?
Of blues, that of the sky is the most remarkable. So few notice it: we ignore the familiar. Always there, and not just blue, but blues that take on an infinite variety of shades, changing with elevation and the time of day. High up, away from the Sun, a dark blue, from the mountain top almost blue-violet, near the horizon the light blue of pretty eyes. Of all the blues in the celestial dome, which is my favorite? I tell myself yes, about 20 degrees up perhaps in a perfectly clear sky, and then I look overhead and fall in love with another shade. You can lie on a hillside and fill your eyes with nothing but blue, you can lose yourself in it. Near sundown, the blue near the horizon becomes blue-green, an ocean of color matching a sea-washed shore, but deeper, cleaner. Blue, a symbol of purity, of the spirit, of heaven itself. Enhanced by the whiteness of clouds, blue through the broken cover becomes intensified. Let me fly through the blue, let me live within its confines, and I do as I walk through life looking overhead, the blue of the sky symbolizing all that is true and beautiful in the world. |