Sunsets, the evening analog of sunrises (as referred to in an earlier blog post, no pun intended), are often argued to be more colorful than sunrises, and while there is some Internet consensus on this (including, yes, Wikipedia), in my observation, they can very likely be a draw. Sometimes one could trump the other in boldness, and vice versa. Yet both these borders between day and night are all beautiful in one way or another, no matter their brilliance of hue. Every scene as such, whether entering or leaving a day, has a distinct beauty in either case. And as this is autumn (which we soon leave), the colorful leaves and other fall paraphernalia can add to the beauty, making a great combination (just as discussed in the post on sunrise).
Psychologically, however, there is a difference. Obviously, sunrise is a startup, sunset is a shutdown. They often are applied, symbolically, to life’s beginning and end. (Think of a name like “Sunset Burial Ground” and you’ll get the idea.) Of course, once a person is in heaven, his/her direct contact with the Lord’s beauty is no comparison to any sunrise or sunset, which can only be imparted by God’s own beauty manifest on earth. But after the “sun sets” on that decedent’s life, the “Son” rises immediately after then, and shall never set. (cf. Rev 22:5)
Other psychological attributes can be compared, especially as the days crunch from June to December and expand from then to the next June. This very day, after taking a late-afternoon nap, since it’s late November, I woke up, with a time of 5-something. I would have thought this was in AM, given it was dark. But I logically concluded this couldn’t be the case, and verified by knowing that the “PM light” on the alarm clock was lit. It was time to get back to business!
Incidentally, it’s Thanksgiving today, and we should recognize these two beauties are among the many our world has to offer. So on any day of the 365/6, when you see one (or any beautiful scene between the two ends whether day or night), thank the Lord for it. He is worthy of that praise.
A voice says, “Cry!”And I said,[c] “What shall I cry?” All flesh is grass,and all its beauty[d] is like the flower of the field.The grass withers, the flower fades when the breath of the Lord blows on it;surely the people are grass.The grass withers, the flower fades,but the word of our God will stand forever. (Isaiah 40:6-8, ESV)
As we approach winter and the Holiday season, we give a tribute to this wonderful season we are leaving called autumn or fall. In a way, both scientifically and psychologically, it shows a shift from outer to inner beauty, just like people. First of all, in the fall, chlorophyll (the molecules that make plants green; the “men at work” for photosynthesis) is robbed from the leaves with help from its own biological clock (detecting shorter days), and pigments providing yellow, orange, red, etc., surface. The leaves thereby show their true colors.
If you could compare it to human beings, as people age, physical strength plummets (just as the chlorophyll is absorbed from the leaves). And the youthful “outer” beauty typically observed in the teens, the 20s, and (at least a good part of) the 30s, shifts to an “inner” beauty that ages like fine wine through middle and old age. Human middle age (as manifest chiefly in the 40s and 50s decades), is that “bridge” between youth and age. Looks aren’t as important as character by that point. (Since leaves are just plant organs, the closest parallel is to change color). If looks dominate in young adulthood, and character in one’s golden years, middle age is kind of an amalgam of the two, though a progressive one.
OK, we mentioned shorter days, which, while often blamed for depression as manifest in SAD and such, will reverse come the winter solstice, the official astronomical end of autumn. (Meteorologists tell us it ends November 30.) The same is true for the summer solstice; light declines in both summer and fall, so “autumn” leaves can be observed in August, July, or even occasionally, June. These are in decreasing order of count, and increasing order of day length. May and June, when leaves are at a younger state of their “adult life,” are probably the greenest of months. (July and August are hotter only because of a “seasonal lag,” but that’s for another post).
However, thanks to the shorter days, you don’t have to wake up so early to add another beauty to the picture: the rising sun! In June, where I live in Philadelphia, the sun rises earliest (around June or so) around 5:30 AM. If there were no DST, it would be (yikes!) 4:30 AM. (You can thank Ben Franklin for that shift; he originally proposed it). Now, in mid-to-late November, it’s about 6:45. Due to the increase in light in summer in polar or sub-polar regions, e.g., Russia, Scandinavia, Alaska, parts of Canada, etc., and during our winter, Antarctica, I wonder how they could ever get to sleep. They say New York City never sleeps, but I wonder about Anchorage, Fairbanks, Reykjavik, Oslo, Stockholm, Helsinki, St. Petersburg, Moscow, and countless other cities with few hours of summer darkness (NOT the case with NYC), can. On the other hand, the do have plenty of winter darkness!
Anyway, sunrises show that every day is new, God is behind it all, and he beautifully says “good morning” using his Master Palette. And on an annual scale, once spring comes, it represents the Easter message quite well. So, while I’ll discuss that more then, suffice it to say that the combined beauty of the sun rising and the leaves dropping shows balance, beauty, and new beginnings. As the scripture says above, we all decline in our physical beauty (and following then, die), but the word of God promises us eternity with Him, wherein earthly representations like sunrises and autumn leaves are no comparison to seeing God and his beauty directly.
But for now, enjoy your early-morning walks when autumn is still here in 2015! After all, there is no guarantee of tomorrow. It’s also great I plan to study a double major of Biology & Geoscience in my U of choice after finishing community college, giving more insight into subjects included, like astronomy, meteorology, and botany. In the next blog post will twist this to sunrise’s evening beauty rival, otherwise known as sunset.
I took a walk to Clark Park, a Philadelphia park in University City (home to Penn, Drexel and the University of the Sciences, the third being directly adjacent), late yesterday afternoon. At the park, I started reading Michael Crichton’s novel “Congo.” I also talked to some young grad student guys from Temple, along with another young lady.
As summer soon goes down the drain (as the weather attests; it was somewhat fall-like that day), I look forward to fall and all it has to offer. One tulip tree (I think that’s what it was), as it often does late in the summer, had some beautiful, smooth yellow “autumn” leaves amidst the green majority, and while I tend to “count on” and overanalyze the trees’ green color too much in the summer (especially in August), sometimes it’s best to let nature take its own course. And with this tulip tree, I seriously appreciated its beauty (especially of the yellow leaves), as it shows God’s creative beauty in action.
And perhaps in college, as a Bio major hopeful, maybe I’ll learn more about it. Otherwise, at least God has a purpose for the timing of his creative cycles, and I should just be content with it. After all, trees don’t know month boundaries! But whether I pursue a college biology major or not, collegiate textbooks and other tools are available, as I already, for quite a few years, have enjoyed them for pleasure reading, believe it or not.
Well, I am ready to embrace fall whenever it comes, for all its paraphernalia, from the pretty leaves just mentioned, to pumpkin pie, to the cool breezes that you can’t beat. (As for football, I’m more complacent). In fact, fall may be my favorite season. But whatever summer you can squeeze out of these last few days of August, I’ll take that as well.