I was out for a late-day walk when the edges of clouds began to turn pinkish, then lavender. It was so beautifully entertaining that I just stood and watched as the colors changed and streaks formed just above the horizon. The sky began to dim so I headed home. At the bottom of the lane, something made me stop and look back. Filtered through the lace of the bare trees was one last brilliant firestorm of oranges and pinks. A dull gray and brown day came to a colorful close.