What a glorious sunset.

Not much pulls me away from my new workstation, my new Linux Box, my 12 Herculean Tasks of MMW, but I just had to walk outside and stand, for as long as it took, to watch the slowly shifting colors of sunlight turn an afternoon cloudbank of molten red gold to oceanic swells of dusky blues and mauves to rippling underbellies of spun-silver whales to, finally, the purple hush, the velvet umbrella that covers the unfaltering shadow-dashes of our neighborhood cats.

Amy’s psychic call was quite perfect, and appreciated.