I watched the sky collapse in on itself during sunset, and I felt wrong, abnormally distraught by things I couldn't put my finger on, distracted maybe. And with a heavy heart I thought about the unknown, something that normally makes my fingertips tingle in excitement and terror.
And as I watched the light silently fade into the distant mountains, I noticed a ripple in the clouds I hadn't seen when they were fully illuminated. The magenta hues mixed with the iridescent oranges were only brought out with the slow onset of a new evening.
It reminded me of how we spend so much time trying to shine light on a cloudy and undetermined future. How things probably go unnoticed while we're looking straight ahead or at our calendars. And more importantly it gave me hope for the brilliant colors and events that await us when we don't fight it, rather when we watch in awe as it unfolds.