When a sunset needs enthused over as indeed they should be, it’s difficult to get away from fire references. The colours, the fluctuations in shape, the very life evident within it all sit perfectly in flames.
Ten minutes ago the sky suddenly went dark, the colours got sucked away and sunset was smothered by a big invisible fire blanket. What was left glowed like the coal fire in an early morning hearth, dark orange seeping out from broken chunks of charcoal and ash. Sinister but rather pleasing nonetheless.
Anyway, back to Ski Sunday.