[He tips his head back a bit, as if it might help him recall a sunset; it's been so long since he has been off the Barge and been able to see one.]

It looks like...like if you took a branch and burned the tip, and dragged it in a line so long it faded from black to white. Every shade in between, up there on display. But what it's really like is the feeling; everyone kind of stops, and you can see it in their face, the world falling away for them for just a few seconds. Sunset is when the world holds its breath--the people who are aware enough to see it.