There isn't much special about a long reflection leading to a setting sun. It is all physics and a strong mix of the Weather Channel.
The similarities ended a bit with a sniff of the scent in the air. Golfers know the smell...just as the dew hits in the evening, trudging around after a long round in early spring. It isn't the freshness or anything to do with stuff greening up. Impossible to describe but visually I was at Torch Lake in 1958 and sensorially (is that a word) I was walking off the 18th at Pinehurst in early spring. Same same.
I think we are lucky to have our senses to ping us into memories. How drab would things be without the association of times past. Sight and smell are toxic strong sometimes. Like this early evening.