During the winter, the sun is always setting as I leave work. Most of the time it's pretty. Sometimes it's breathtaking. On that particular night it was heartbreaking. Did I mention I'm a complete sucker for a pink sky? Well, this one? Was not only pink, but purple and blue and orange and an amazing rainbow of clouds awash with color.
I think I nearly collided with the car in front of me no less than eight times while I was staring at the sky instead of at the road.
Watching the road while driving actually helps. That's just a little tip from me to you.
So, there I was, staring at the sky and punching myself in the face for
I arrived home a failure. The brilliant colors had, of course, faded to gray in the five minutes it took me to get there.
I had hope, a lot of hope, that I might witness another spectacular sky (what are the chances, right?), so I grabbed my camera on my way out the next morning.
At four-thirty that afternoon, I wandered outside. It was cloudy (we were expecting rain that night), but the sun wasn't completely shut out. I caught a glimpse of color behind the hotel and, in a hopeful rush, hurried up to the nineteenth floor.
Had the sun been able to escape those clouds and shine some light and color upon them, I would have had the best seat in the house. Clearly.
But, it was not meant to be.
Well, a tiny sliver of ocean, but still... ocean.