“Time of the Hush”
“There is often a preternatural silence during sunset, almost as if the rest of nature has decided to watch the pageantry in suitable awe. The ravens stop squawking, the squirrels cease their foraging, the deer lie down in their leafy beds, and even the wind rests momentarily out of respect. As the man and woman watched the magnificent Apollo sink down through the hidden trapdoor of his stage, they noticed how quiet their surroundings had become. They felt as if even the audible intake and expulsion of air would have disturbed this reverential silence. If life was indeed a ritual, then sunsets like this served as the high holiness of the sacramental act. The rich and varied colors constituted the aromatic streams of offered incense; the hush had been the congregation’s kneeling worship; the brilliant rays were the radiance of divinity made visible; and the darkness of the mountains proved the dull density of matter when its living Essence fails to be perceived.”