Friday after work I was going to stop at a creek to do some fishing. Just like Thursday and Monday, at the last minute I changed my mind and didn’t bother going.
Not sure what that means and it has the wife thoroughly confused.
It was a perfect evening for creek fishing. Heat was just right, the right amount of massive cumulus clouds were drifting around and the water levels were perfect.
Instead I went home, had dinner.
I then decided that with all these clouds around the sky was setting up for stunning sunset.
As I drove west to a spot I like, all the cumulus clouds moved out and were replaced by a low gray mass of clouds that stretched for as far as you could see. I decided to wait them out. They moved in quickly, perhaps they’ll move out just as quickly and I could salvage the sunset.
That never happened, but off on the horizon was a thin opening that was making an effort to grow. If it opened up big enough and the sun went down at the right moment, it could light up the whole sky.
That never happened either and I wound up with a subtle sunset.
Regardless, I was alone, which was needed. The only sounds were those of the fields, woods and wind. Which was desperately needed.
I could live with a subtle sunset.
And that it was. The opening on the horizon kept trying to open up, the sun tried to light up the sky and for a brief moment it looked like it all might come together.
And just like that, in a brief moment, it was gone.