Sunset last night did the thing. Mother Nature brought upon us a stunning evening light show. Set ablaze she caught fire to dance about the sky cloud dance floor. Moving and grooving. Glowing and flowing. A panoply of color set a course to smolder pure in a long deep burn. Locked in its gaze I paused to wonder how does such sparkling beauty come to be? Then I remember it is a true gift. And we are best to accept the truest of gifts as the unknowable wonders they are.
Shout out to Jonathan Carr of Weather NJ. Were it not for his text message, “No joke on this sunset,” some 15 minutes before sundown I would have with certainty remained on the couch. Disabused by what I can only describe as a decidedly mediocre New York Yankees ball club. I had been monitoring sky conditions all afternoon, and was aware of the potential. I simply was not up for it. I haven’t been up for much lately. Unwittingly Jon gave me the arm twist I needed. So all credit to him for this one. Without his interjection this photograph would not exist.
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