We were driving west, she in her car ahead of mine. Racing along the highway. Going home.
The sun had set, and all that was left was a fading light on the horizon. Night was almost upon us. It was dark in the east. Only a red slice of day lingered in the west.
I turned my head now and then to watch, daring only momentary glances away from the road. The black horizon was decorated with the lacework of distant trees. And great Oaks stood in the fields, just beyond the fence line, silhouetted against red.
I wanted to stop. To pull off the road. To pull out the camera that I did not have. To freeze those moments that were speeding by. To capture those leafless trees standing before that glowing sky. To force myself to remember that moment. To not let it fade away as so many moments do.
Did you see them? The black Oak silhouettes against the fading sky? Did you see them?
I did. I remember them. And it was something.