Possibly. I've left work to the sight of positively stunning sunsets every night this week, clouds stark white, gold or neon-pink against a sky in every shade from deep royal blue to palest cornflower.
Today, the weather had turned, from sunlight 80s to rainy 40s;* it was gray and gloomy all day, a low overcast like a basement ceiling. I wasn't expecting much and hadn't passed near a window in some time. Walked out the back door to find a softly-quilted comforter overhead, clouds edge-lit in violet, pink-gold, and slate blue, the sun a brilliant beacon at the edge of the sky, where a sliver of sky-blue so suffused with light it teetered on the edge of turquoise seemed to carry the glow around half the sky.
It was little short of amazing; the low clouds had turned fluffy and gone from a cold, dank threat to a city-sized blankie.
And the dome of the sky -- even made up as a bed -- is too large to photograph.
* That's "243" and "7" respectively, for those of you in Canada or on The Continent.
CHICAGO RAILROAD FAIR, 1948
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