Tuesday is D&D night for our offspring, so my husband and I headed off to a wetlands site that just had its boardwalk replaced and got brand new stairs for the big hill. Unfortunately it also has new utilities cut looking barren and unnatural. But except for that bit, it was a nice walk.
The setting sun had cut a band of bright along the horizon, and painted ragged stripes of orange across the dark clouds. Smoke from a nearby chimney wafted upwards, invisible against the dark buildings and trees until it got high enough to catch the last of the light, then suddenly turned into swirls of neon orange.
Strangely, just before the sunlight disappeared completely, it turned into a crimson pillar of light, rising straight up into the red-tinged clouds.