Last Wednesday night I had a dinner to attend in Southampton at 5:30. When the dinner was over and I was driving home, it was about 8pm. It was still light enough not to need headlights, but the sky was amazing.
Beautiful blue covered most of the heavens with some bright pink swaths along the lower sky just over the trees. The sun was setting and putting on a real show in the process. The ribbons of pink dropped lower as I drove west, eventually disappearing below the tree line. But then the real glorious sight emerged.
Clouds - wispy, billowy, beautiful pink clouds danced along in front of me, reflecting the sun's glow, now out of sight, and making the sky a harmonious canvas of pastel. It was something that would be impossibly to re-create in paint and was almost hard to believe in person. Blues and pinks from lighter to deeper, creating a palette that was extraordinary.
By the time I got to the East Hampton Village limits it was all gone, and headlights were blinking on the cars as they approached from the other direction. It was a short moment in time, but one I enjoyed very much. It made me grateful to be alive.