|Sunset as seen from my apartment|
|Angel contemplating the arrival of Spring.|
My mother always thought sunset was the saddest point of the day. She felt lonely when the light began to leave. Perhaps it meant to her that life was moving along quickly and her children were growing up and growing away from her. She was affected by nature and she felt a nostalgia that nature can bring. Although she didn't express it artistically, she certainly appreciated the art that others created having been inspired by nature.
Ryokan would feel nostalgia about the elements:
Invades my heart in autumn,
When I sit alone,
Hearing a cold shower pour
Down upon rustling bamboos.
I doubt that many people who witnessed the green flash that night in San Francisco ran home to paint it or write poems about it. But, we all knew we had received something unusual, perhaps a once in a lifetime experience of it that connected us more deeply to natural life, and something larger than we are alone. We all clearly celebrated the phenomenon. I know I will never forget it, but then, I tend to feel that nature is a part of my whole being and I'm thoroughly noticing and enjoying the sunsets here. As with many, I too feel the importance of natural things such as noticing the sky, the way light falls on trees, the activity of squirrels in the garden, how trees bend and sing in the wind, and how on a gorgeous morning it moves us to say hello with a smile when we pass on the sidewalk. Ryokan writes:
On the autumn moor,
Glowing with the setting sun,
Amid late flowers
Let me stay with butterflies,
Rapt in a dream of one night.