Notwithstanding it is the date of a friend’s birthday, Friday the 13th has an aura of something other, usually dark, and this sunset reflected it.
A sky untidy with cloud presaged a sunset of scattered potential. It began with gold, light delineating the complex cloud architecture and beauty so often lost to grey:
the light changed and deepened with gaps revealing clear sky behind the cloud play:
But there was a ‘smear’ of thin cloud amongst the cloud play:
As the sun descended, it became edged in golden threads:
Then the clouds caught the upward slanting blasts of light, changing into static explosions of gold against the darkness:
That golden-edged cloud contrasted with the darker clouds rushing in to swamp the fire of remaining day:
overhead, cloud trails became golden sky calligraphy. I see a unicorn escaping the conflagration below:
then the gold became crimson and the pale blue of the sky behind like a painting of someone else’s winter dawn:
It deepened and became richer, contrasting with the larva bright below:
Magma of the clouds: their darkness failing to suppress the rage of dying day:
Fiery passionate moments in the ethereal cloud play of coming night:
In the east, the sweep of colours was more muted but no less glorious
Finally, night moved in, leaving last embers to flare and burn down into darkness.
It was a magnificent sunset and I hope your enjoyed it.
For the moment, with cloudless skies, there are no more. But – there are storms forecast for next week, so keep your fingers crossed 🙂