I'm glad; otherwise, we would have missed this.
|A hot orange sun slips over the horizon,|
|painting dried grasses with warm light,|
|and highlighting the red-brown of a hooded merganser.|
|The sun drops out of sight, but the orange light spreads upward,|
|tinting even the sky opposite.|
|The moon rises in the east, over pink mountain peaks. It will turn red towards morning, so another visitor tells me.|
A Skywatch post.