“How strange this fear of death is! We are never frightened at a sunset.”
And we weren’t scared. Not tonight.
Not of the amazing flood of colour into the white sky this evening.
I didn’t take a picture, I just wanted to remember how it looked forever. People in the office drawn to the window; for once not by a noise or a skirmish, but instead drawn to the amazing arcs of discotheque neon pink and bonfire-night orange and dusky, dusty leather-bound book cover red – bleeding openly, profusely; into the swirling, spreading ink blot of night that flooded across the paper white page of the sky, writing another evening’s story.
A lava lamp over LS5.
Kirkstall Brewery silhouetted like a cut-out velvet dress pattern against molten gold.
As soon as the sunset arrived, it departed; leaving trails of sunset fingers dipping into the violet black of a January night.
I didn’t have a camera to hand to capture it, but I wanted to remember how shocked I was at how shocked I could be by something that has happened every day since forever ago and will continue to do so forever again.
Twitter exploded into its own sunset of sunsets shortly after night fell. Some people had caught it in part, but almost everyone said that no photograph could do it justice. Here are some of my favourites:
Magical.
All photos via Twitter.
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