Cloudy, with rain. That was today's weather forecast.
So, when I went litter-picking early this afternoon, I took rain gear with me.
No rain. Instead, the sun warmed its way through the clouds and turned Lower Summit Lake into a reflective mirror as I walked along the highway.
Stolen sun, I call it. "Stolen" because it was supposed to rain.
This evening around 9:30 the sun was punctuating the clouds in the west, and there was just something about the way it was backlighting those mountains that I liked.
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A little later, the air turned golden. I went out, expecting a dramatic cloud scene, but the sky was clear. No spectacular mountain scenes. When I came back inside I noticed that golden light shining through the shamrock that sits on a window ledge.
Stolen sun, the end of a beautiful day.
And stolen sun, like stolen kisses, is much sweeter by far.