I looked into the evening sky and decided that it was time to head
on out to the park for the sun was soon to set.
I took my leave of my neighbors and walked across the street to
an empty house. I grabbed the camera, keys to the Harley, my helmet
and sunglasses and drove off into the setting sun.
You never know about sunsets, you may think the conditions are
just right for eye candy and just as the sun sinks to the horizon
it disappears behind a bank of cloud that was heretofore unseen.
Tonight was one of those nights, but as often is the case, the
true beauty and grandure of the moment is captured after the sun
I look for the high thin clouds of ice crystals that play drama
across the heavens. When the cloud is arranged in long whisps they
are called Mare's Tails.
I've written about them before, and went tonight to find the entry
from 1999. Although tonight's image is a bit different from
the one in the story, the horses were riding across the heavens