This is the magical time of day. As the sun sets, it sends its light to stream in through the windows to transform everything it touches to pure gold. Mind you, this doesn’t happen when the sun is awake and fresh. No, this magic only happens as the tired sun is leaving the sky for the night.
Just like “a flower in a crystal vase... lights up the room as it withers away,” somehow as some things fade away they give even more beauty than when they were first born. The same must be said for us. Is the death of a saint ugly? No, it is the final bloom of beauty that reaches around the world and up to the heavens as our Lord and His angels rejoice at the homecoming of a precious child.