It was a little after 8 P.M. and the sun was turning red toward the western horizon. There were wispy red cirrus clouds forming a crown around the setting sun. The old nautical adage came to mind. “Red sky at night, sailor’s delight” had been taught to me as a kid by my old salt grandfather. I didn’t really have a chance to appreciate this painted sky because the traffic was moving, and I didn’t want to be on the losing side of a rear ender. Besides, I had that twilight feeling again, living in two different worlds. This masterpiece of Nature would seep into the darkness in a half hour, by the time I got home.
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