A few days ago, the sky was so unusual as the sun was setting. Looking south I saw the image above. There was a shock of blue sky with magenta and mauves and golds painted in.
Right by where the sun was setting, the sky was mostly gold and yellow with touches of red mixed in. It was hard to believe this was the same sunset. My mother and I were breathless watching this magical display a few days after my father's passing.
Even the bay reflected the diversity we saw in the sky. The water to the left reflected celestial blues while the golds were on the right, united by a soft mauve. I am not sure I have ever seen the colors in the water so clearly delineated.
Before I walked inside, I saw a serene heron perched on a cluster of rocks near the seawall. What the bird's single point focus was on, I was not sure. He didn't move the entire time I watched. We merged into stillness and I felt at peace, forgetting about loss for a moment as I breathed to the rhythm of the soft waves, the heartbeat of spirit.