It was hot this afternoon when the sun was up. And running the hills was grueling. My pace couldn’t have been more than a walk on that last climb.
But now it was over. The sun had just set behind the hills. A breeze was blowing in the open windows of my car as I drove home.
The sky was clear. The evening air was cool … ish. And the skyline of downtown caught the last rays of the sun. Er, no. Did I say caught? There was no “catching” involved. It was far more than that.
The last light of day reflected off the towers. A pink-orange-white bright light glistened and glimmered and grew to an intensity so bright that I couldn’t stare. It was like… It was like… like the (wait for it) flame of a rocket.
And then… at that very moment, KC and the Sunshine Band was playing on the radio. I reached down and turned the volume way up.
The wind was blowing against me. The last light of day shined brightly. I bounced in my seat and sang with the song. And goosebumps ran down my arms.
And on that note… Let’s start this conversation back up, shall we?