5.10

I cursed, loud, in the car when I saw the sunset cloudbank last week. The clouds as canvas let the sun paint a heavenly picture: biting blue sky meets orange mountain range of cumulus, deepens to royal blue as the clouds sink to the ground. I battled with myself: should I turn around to find a place just to look? I was late, of course, habitually nowdays, and I couldn't spare the time to stop moving.
But, then?
I yelled: "Live in the moment, idiot!" My car tires screeched and I threw the wheel left. I turned around and drove to Curtis' parents house and just ran to their backyard to absorb the wonder of something I didn't expect, something God would never replicate, something new and old and wonderful.