Sunset

When I walked into the kitchen late this afternoon, this is the sight that greeted me. The phrase "rosy-fingered dawn" flew into my head, but of course, this wasn't dawn. More like flaming fingers of night, not dawn. Whatever it was, it was the most beautiful sunset I have observed in recent days and I decided that to try to capture it I would have to brave the cold and go outside to take the photo, not try to shoot through the grimy kitchen window.

Tonight, I googled the phrase, "rosy-fingered dawn," which I thought came from Shakespeare. Shows you what I know, or don't know; it is from Book XII of The Odyssey: "Then, when the child of morning, rosy-fingered Dawn, appeared, I sent some men to Circe's house to fetch the body of Elpenor.” Homer!! Huh, I thought. How about "Red sky at night/Sailors delight/Red sky in the morning/Sailors take warning. Delight, indeed. In seconds, the brilliant red disappeared into the graying end of the day, waiting a few more moments for the black cloak of night.