At first, the sky was opalescent:
At first we thought that was all the color there would be for the evening. But then it intensified:
Then it turned bolder:
We went up to the bridge for a better view. It was psychedelic:
And then it became apocalyptic:
As darkness set in, the water stayed on fire:
And finally orange turned to rose. We headed home, dazzled and grateful that we'd made that last-minute decision to take a walk.