Light is a beautiful thing, and most students can attest to the joy of the sun’s heat rays combatting the crisp cold air of Boston during winter and the breezy, leaf-filled air in the autumn. However, when the sun seems to be disappearing on us, it gives the most precious views. Views that make you delete pictures to free your storage in order to take more pictures of the sky (or maybe that’s just me).
Our sunset seems to engulf the entire campus like a painting and when the sun sets, Tufts truly feels like art. Sometimes it feels like a painting of poly-fill-like clouds with a complementary background of soft oranges, dusty pinks, and fading blues that virtually melt into one another. At times, it feels like a sacred view where the sun gets to show off its varying color palette. Perhaps it is the hill Tufts lies on, or this side of Boston, but no other sunset feels the same because it is not just a view, it is a sort of euphoria.
Tufts architecture greatly complements it too: on my way back to Wren (my dorm building), the way the sun sits in between the corridors of Houston Hall and Carmichael Hall from my view is almost unrealistic. I blink twice, and it is still there. Then I smile… it is truly real.
“Golden hour,” some may say… but for Tufts, it seems longer than an hour… it is quite a few hours of different scenes, as if there is an artist far away changing their mind on their painting every half an hour.
You might beg to differ, but not even a camera can fully capture the view and experience (though my camera roll is flooded at this point). On camera, the experience falls flat. So I do not recommend searching up “Tufts University’s sunset.” Honestly, if you can, come and see for yourself. If you happen to already be a Jumbo reading this, I hope you take some time to soak it all in — it's free artistry. Stand outside, and think (only good pondering allowed!!). Oh, and don’t stare too long, but seriously, take it all in.