By some provident miracle, my class let out 15 minutes early tonight, allowing me to drive home during the most beautiful sunset I've noticed in a while.
I promised myself long ago never to photograph sunsets. But I'll tell you, this one had me tempted.
Not because it was so beautiful (I think they look that great a lot, and I fail to notice in my slumped state.)
But because of the way I felt when I looked at it.
The pink and orange beams seemed to shout as they left this valley, and the silhouetted cars passing a crowded intersection felt foreign and exciting. like a new adventure or something.
I mentioned my class got out early... well it was that fact as well as the fact that days are getting longer here that allowed for my serendipitous meeting with these; the last few shreds of another hard day.
and it got me thinking....
as the days slowly extend their capacity for light; so do I.
So when I got home, I decided to change my Sara Steele calendar a day early.
March looks something like this: