Science attributes a sunset’s red and pink hues to 2 factors:
The distance sunlight has to travel.
The amount of atmospheric particles the sun’s light must travel through.
During sunrise and sunset the sun’s rays must pass through up to 40 percent more atmospheric area with a greater number of gas, water droplet, dust, and air pollutant particles than at any other time of the day before reaching our eyes. The more atmosphere particles, the more the light scattering known as the Rayleigh Effect, and the more vivid the sky’s colors appear.
Longer red wavelengths of light do not scatter light as much as shorter violet and blue wavelengths causing alpenglow, a blended red and white wavelength phenomenon also known as the pinking hour.
Witnessing another Great Smoky Mountain day gradually relinquish to night’s shadows, my soul was enveloped in peace. An old mariner adage came to mind . . . red and pink sunsets portend good weather ahead.
One day closer to life’s final sunset, my omnipotent Artisan of the heavens has already numbered and planned and each of my future sunrises and sunsets for Eternity, where nothing but ‘good weather’ awaits. Hope to see you there.
“A person’s days are determined; You have decreed the number of his months and have set limits he cannot exceed”.
In Yester-Years water sports consisted of high energy, adrenaline charged high-diving, water-skiing, scuba-diving, etc. In Latter-Years water sports have gradually consolidated into a more relaxed, less strenuous venue of tranquil water-watching. Here’s a couple pics of how it’s done by a couple of ‘ole’ folks
The good news . . . while I’m older today than I ever was before, I’m younger today than I’ll ever be again
The really Good News . . .
“Even to your old age and gray hairs I am He who will sustain you. I have made you and will carry you; I will and rescue you.” – Isaiah 46:4
As waves gently lapped at my feet, these footprints in the sand . . . soon to be forever erased by the surf . . . caused my mind wander . . . Who just said, “So what’s new?” 😊
Etched in the sand was a journal of two people who passed by each other …
. Did they exchange a greeting . . . a smile . . . or just pass by in silence?
. Were their souls content, immersed in the beauty surrounding them . . . or quietly struggling with some issue?
. How many people did I passed by today who perhaps a greeting of smile may have somehow encouraged a smidgen?
Not that we should all strive to be over-the-top extroverts, but have you ever had a ‘tinge’ of . . . I Shouda’, Woulda’ Coulda’ . . . said something to that person, or at least tossed a smile their way to perhaps inspire their day a tad? . . . I have, but that moment has now been washed away by life’s waves.
So today I vow to be more sensitive to those making footprints in the sand strolling the beach with me, should I sense that ‘tinge’ to share a greeting or smile with.
The risk is facing an annoyed, “What’s up with you Dude?” glance . . . but at least my ‘tinge’ will have been satisfied 😊
Waterfalls are Nature’s poetry in motion. Their roar of their turbulent flow embraces a quixotic, soothing serenity. Fueled by last night’s thunderstorms, I sat stream-side in eye candy wonder, listening to Creation’s rushing water symphony. I M blessed . . . May U B 2.
This evening’s glowing sunset held a two-fold paradox . . . the solemn awareness that everything has an end . . . the calming assurance that each sunset will reborn in tomorrow’s sunrise . . . just as my final sunset will someday be reborn in the Son-rise of my finest forever.