There is something marvelously peaceful about a slow sunset after a clear day. It is especially pleasant to watch that sunset while sitting, sipping chai, and warming oneself around a little fire pit while grading. Every few moments, the colors change. The blue of the sky becomes several different blues, the reds and golds and yellows of the sun shift and mingle, and there are violet edges around the tops of the trees and the roofs of distant buildings.
It is night now, or almost night.The sky just got deeper, like the water in an old, dark lake as one moves further away from the reachable bottom nearer to shore. The trees know it’s spring, but they’re still not sure whether to commit to it — they’ve been around long enough to know a false warmth when they feel it, and the night is growing colder again. No wind stirs them tonight. They just reach for the deep, dark water above in stillness.
It is beautiful tonight.
On an entirely unrelated note: I saw a dude at the grocery store tonight who actually had eyes in the back of his head. True fact!