Tonight I walked outside to call the dogs in from my second story deck and although the banked fog way out there had taken away what could have been a spectacular sunset, I found that subtle change of color that always fascinates me at the end and beginning of day. The inky blue-black of night was falling fast but there was a few bands of lighter blue turning to pink and then orange and then the incredible red that painters have trouble capturing. The fog that banked out at the horizon then turned it into a murky tomato red that then dropped into an undulating steel gray sea with pearlized waves.
When I looked back up at the trees that I grouse about that block my view of the ocean on two thirds of my deck I noticed that the bands of light were shining through the boughs of the trees and making a puzzle of color that was priceless, then as I scanned the rest of the clear sky (something that we cherish here in the Northwest!) I saw that the crescent moon was just over the tops of those trees, making it a picture perfect moment in time as I stood there listening to the dogs in the neighbor hood talk about how the cats were bothering them again or how the weekend vacation dogs needed to mellow out for the Labor Day weekend. But at just a moment in time, all was right in the world.
I try to capture that moment every time I take a picture at the beach of the sunset or try to keep a picture that I didn't take in my head for a time to be able to write about it. So instead of inserting one of the many, many, many times I have tried to capture the sunset, I will let you picture it for yourself. Close your eyes and picture the perfect sunset without the sun in it.
Then see how relaxed you are. I sure am.
Have a great Labor Day weekend and stay safe.
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