Somebody lock up my camera.
Sunsets are like rainbows; you always imagine you’re the only one seeing it. And even a run-of-the-mill one is still kind of awesome. At Mom’s place in Sheridan, I go outside after supper and go right back in again to get my camera. This time of the year, the Big Sky lives up to its name.
Maybe tomorrow I can come up with something more topical.
All ghost and no town
When the sun goes down
Some things never get tiresome and a beautiful sunset is surely one of them.
I agree with Deb.