i just walked barely got home from a family gathering at my sister's. my mom drove on the way home, as i stared out the window. i recorded what i saw of the sunset's remains in four texts to myself in a matter of ten minutes:
the sky is colorless. beautiful, breathtaking -- but near colorless. a somber sort of beauty. it takes getting used to.
but as i keep looking at it, there are starting to be hints of color that are showing up. now, a few minutes or so later, there are tints of deep pink. it's beautiful.
and now the majority of the underbellies of the clouds are exquisitely pink. the only way i can describe the color is -- violent; it demands to be seen and it is a deep, feisty sort of magenta.
the sun set long ago, but i guess the color was hidden. apparently, only time could tell its true potential.