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Saturday, April 9, 2011

Sunset

I often wonder what it would be like to describe a sunset to a blind person, who has never been sighted. And then to describe it to someone who was sighted, but is blind later in life.

The sunset here tonight was cold and blocked by boisterous, billowy clouds. The darkness fell fast from the sky. The clouds are bright and white, backlit with the sun's powerful light. Blue sky peeks in between the fluffy shapes, some grey with moisture ready to erupt. It is not like my favorite sunset, which is in no hurry, with Mr. Sun taking a leisurely stroll down memory lane. He is hesitant to drop beneath the horizon. On his journey, he brings with him the pastel shades of baby blue, like a robin's egg. Then comes the yellow-ish pastel pink, like an orange julius slushy drink from the mall. And finally, when the diamond-like shining stars begin to twinkle, the glow of dusk sets in, and the frogs start their chorus.



But then I pause and wonder if a blind person knows what a robin's egg looks like, or what color is an orange julius?

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