The Most Beautiful Late Afternoon Ever

Maybe it started with this mushroom? Nah.

Sometimes there are days here that are so beautiful it's almost painful to not be able to get outside all the joy/wow/ohhhhhhh on the inside. If a friend is around, a friend who gets it (and I'm incredibly fortunate to have the people I consider friends all get it), it helps because they are experiencing the inexpressible with you and let word fumble do its best. Alone, however, all I can do is run around the yard saying oh oh oh and trying to tell the cat why. She, in quite dog like behavior, follows me down to the water, up through the yard, acting like she is listening, but quite cat like, she looks very bored, which doesn't do much for my receptors.

Yesterday, obviously, was that sort of day. It started earlier than sunset, when I heard pelicans calling me to the water, it ended when it was finally dark and there was nothing in the sky but the moon and the stars and the planets. And a bunch of space junk, but I didn't see any of that.

Here is what I did see...except for one little thing. It was so much better and so much more and I'm only sorry I don't have either the skill or the equipment to make it as it was. Maybe there isn't that much skill or equipment that good in the world. Maybe you'd just have to have been here.

The clouds were building up

On all sides (remember, this is looking to the East and South)

The moon was already pretty high

The show was starting

This is with the color toned down...it was totally, crazily unbelievable.

Good night good night

I live to be amazed and sometimes forget it can still happen so easily, so simply. I do know it is almost always without warning. Keep your eyes open, gifts of amazement are everywhere (even where they shouldn't be, like a sunset show in the east).

Find the wonder in your Wednesday! Do something wakefully.