The changing light from yellow-orange to orangey-pink to pinkey-blue over just 15 minutes last evening after sunset at Lake Josephine in St. Paul, MN.
Why do we enjoy sunsets so much? Are we wired to appreciate that rosy glow? Is it symbolic of something, like the comfort of a warm campfire, or the end of the day, or do we (as a species) just really like the color orange? I’m curious what you think about this question. Thanks for commenting.