Tuesday, July 29, 2008

It's All Over in a Flash

I cannot vouch for the authenticity of the image above. It purports to be a shot of the "flash of green," taken somewhere along the Atlantic.

Some people don't believe in the flash of green. I'm not one of them. I've seen it three times -- once in Grenada and twice in Boca Grande, FL, looking out over the Gulf of Mexico. Here's a little piece I wrote about it for Gulfshore Life Magazine...

My friend Sullivan likes to mix a cocktail late each afternoon and walk to the beach where he sits in a chair along the dune line and watches the sun go down over the Gulf. It is not unusual for Sullivan to stroll back to his house and replenish his glass at least once before the sun has completed its descent. It passes for exercise.

I often join him for the ritual. The company is good, the gin is top-drawer and the bugs don’t bite if there’s a breeze. Sometimes Sullivan’s wife, a fine and lovely woman but a woman who finds no particular enchantment in sunsets, will ask if we are going down to the beach to sit and drink. It is an oft-played scene and this is Sullivan’s cue for puffing up in mock indignation and saying: “Absolutely not! We are conducting research. We are looking for the flash of green.” Sullivan’s wife will snort a fine and lovely snort, and Sullivan and I will stalk off to do what we have to do.

Sullivan claims to have read, in its original French, “Le Rayon-Vert” by Jules Verne. The title of the 1882 novel by the prolific French author refers to that beguiling phenomenon we sit and drink and wait for. According to legend, originating among the Celts and spread by Verne, those who see the emerald spark that occasionally tap dances on the horizon as the sun disappears are rendered instantly incapable of being “deceived in matters of sentiment.”

Wrote Verne: “He who has been fortunate enough once to behold it is enabled to see closely into his own heart and to read the thoughts of others.”

Science offers far duller insight. Once, before joining Sullivan for an hour or so of arduous research, I went online, tapped “flash of green” into the search engine and was rewarded with an infinite amount of what passes for digital wisdom. There were lengthy and learned postings by astronomers and academicians who sought to explain the flash of green by tossing about terms like “refractive photopic conditions” and “frequency of disspersive spectrums” as if the planet was populated entirely by honor graduates of M.I.T. There were Web sites that showcased photographs taken of green flashes at outposts around the world. There were even photographs of blue flashes. Red ones, too. I printed out several pages and delivered them to Sullivan, thinking he might find it interesting.

He flipped through the pages, offered a few grunts, and then he said: “Does this purport to be the truth?”

“It’s science,” I said.

“I’m too old for truth or science. I prefer Jules Verne,” said Sullivan, throwing the pages into a wastebasket. “Let’s go sit on the beach.”

And the whole way down there he grumbled: Since there surely is a flash of green, why would anyone see the need to prove it? Isn’t it enough to know that it exists? And why, for god’s sake, would some fool go to all the trouble necessary to take a picture of it? Just let it be, let it be ...

I have seen the flash of green three times, none of which occurred when I was sitting and drinking and watching for it with Sullivan. Indeed, each time I saw it I wasn’t really looking for it. I just happened to glance at the fading sunset and there it was. A gift, a freebie. I didn’t have to work for it. I feel almost guilty that it came so easily.

Sullivan, whose pursuit is diligent, perhaps even heroic, claims more than a hundred sightings, all from his chair in the dunes.

For the record, and despite the legend of “Le Rayon-Vert” and the alleged knack for reading the thoughts of others, both Sullivan and I remain sentimental dupes, forever capable of being deceived in matters of the heart.

“That woman,” said Sullivan, speaking of his wife, “she has deceived me from the moment I met her nearly fifty years ago.”

“Love her do you?” I ask.

“Endlessly,” said Sullivan. “You ready for another drink?”

I gave him my glass and told him he should hurry. Sunset was almost upon us and he might miss the flash of green.

“Ah,” said Sullivan. “Take a picture, why doncha?”

There was a breeze and the bugs did not bite.

6 comments:

jimmy g said...

Nice story Bob, thanks.

Kristy Kiernan said...

You're back! Lovely to see you again.

Despite almost 40 years on the beaches of SW Florida, I have to admit that I've never seen it. Every member of my family swears they have. Of course they're all notorious liars, er, storytellers.

nsb lifeguard said...

I heard about the green flash for the first time about 20 years ago. After countless sunsets I was starting to believe that it was a hoax or urban/rural ledgend. That belief changed for me Thanksgiving 2006 at Fort Zachery Taylor in Key West when I saw the green flash for the first and only time (so far). The Ranger working the park told me he had been closing down the park after sunset for the past 9 years and that was the first green flash he had ever seen. Right place at the right time I guess.

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Bob Morris said...

Yo Lifeguard (that's you, isn't it Brent?) Seeing is believing. Like they used to say on X Files, kinda: The flash is out there...

Adrian said...

The Green Flash??

Maybe it is a pocket of undersea methane gas that has been ignited by some undersea molten lava? The pocket rises to the surface and explodes !!?? No, I have not been drinking rum today........yet....

Can this be seen on the east coast as well?

After many enjoyable evenings with good friends at my place south of Cape Canaveral, either on the beach or up on the balcony or roof, I have never seen this phenomenon. I have seen a plethora of light tricks that can be created by the various rockets going off, bouncing light between the waves....but never a green flash. I will keep looking....and enjoying the company and refreshments........not exactly a chore!

I tell you what I have seen though........”A DEADLY SILVER SEA” (nice segway) when those rockets /shuttles go up at night.......for about two minutes, whilst they are barreling toward their orbits, the light from the boosters casts and sliver sheet of white fake silvery moonlight across the entire expanse of the ocean, illustrating for a brief moment, how big and deadly it can be, if you happened to be stuck out there without a paddle.........or even with one!

Nice website Bob. Good luck with the book.......I will read it whilst waiting for my own green flash.

-- Adrian