At The End Of The Day.

On tonight’s ride home from Susan’s place, the steel gray blanket of sky was suddenly separated from the western horizon by a white-hot wedge of light:

I bolted for a high vantage point as the sky erupted in a blaze of brimstone, and found a place to pull over just as the show began to fade:

I was thrilled to have caught a little piece of it, and sincerely wished you were there.