How to Approach a Sunset

A good sunset is beautiful and better still universally so. E.E. Cummings has a famous sunset poem which goes, who are you little I? He sitsuates the observation in childhood when one is presumably too innocent to have yet realized how lame it is to write about sunsets. So how might we approach a sunset without being mokish or saccharin? Maybe stated in cold facts? As Tasseta Dean put it, color is a fiction of light.