Everyone liked the colour of the light at the end of the day. They agreed it was the best colour of light possible, better even than the corresponding light at the beginning of the day, which you would have thought would be exactly the same, but wasn’t somehow, they all agreed.
Maybe eyes work differently at different hours, someone said, and someone else said maybe brains do, and they all laughed, but then fell silent when they thought about it for a bit and realised it was probably true, and then someone said “Well, who can say”, which is what someone always said, at some point, whenever they were talking.
What we can say, if we can say anything, is that the colour of the light towards the end of the day is, for whatever unknown reason, better than the colour of light at the beginning of the day, and also that the colour of light at the end of the day in summer is better than the colour of light at the end of the day in winter, which might be to do with differences in the amount of moisture in the air at different times of year, or to do with the different length of time the sun is near the horizon, or the angle it approaches it at, or a million other reasons that are certainly quite plausible.
Or maybe eyes work differently in the cold. Or brains.
Who can say etc etc
What we can say, quite clearly, is that the colour of light at the end of the day in autumn is terrible because all the fields have been set on fire and our smoke-filled eyes don’t work at all and all we have are tears.
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Notes:
1. Written on July 20th, 2016
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