It's times like these that I wish I had a good camera. You know, a camera that isn't actually just my cell phone. Because the sunset right now is the most beautiful one I've seen in ages. It's fantastically, amazingly, orgasmically beautiful. It's beyond sherbet beauty. It's fire beauty, mixed with ocean beauty, and I want it to stay like that forever so that everyone everywhere can see it and smile. But it's already almost gone and the night won't let me keep it.
Right now, most of the sky is dim, cloudy blue. But, there's a tiny wavery line of pink flames right above the navy mountains. And in a minute or two, even that will be gone.
I saw it by accident, at first. I just happened to look towards the lake, and the sky was on fire-- pure orange. I know that's cliche, but that was literally the first thought that came to mind. Fire. Then, pink wandered over, and then purple and blueberry, and they started to mix together with splotches of darkness and light, and all of it glowing. I wanted to run down to the waterfront so I could see the whole orb of the sky. But more than anything, I wanted to grab it-- make sure it never left.
It's almost like a reward for the weather we've been having lately. I mean, I love snow as much (probably more) as the next person, but when it's the 28th of April and it's been pouring snow for all of the past two days, it is a bit much. Especially when you have to wade through the three inch deep slush that covers the sidewalks in the mornings, and when you're wearing soaking wet sweater boots because your fake Uggs are way too worn through. And when it's supposed to get to 80 in about two days. And when it really was 80 about a month ago. Actually, our weather is really weird. I'm thoroughly confused by it.
The sunset's basically gone. The sky's ten times as dark as cobalt. The tiny bit of light that's left is a smoky orange. You can barely see its gaps through the trees.