Tonight, as I was driving home from the grocery store, the sun was a ball of fire just above the horizon. I pulled into the driveway, left the car running and coerced my family into jumping in the car and driving up to the top of Black Mountain (with camera in hand, of course). In the few minutes it took to get up there, the sun had already sank over the Pacific, but the sky was still on fire with the most amazing brush strokes of orange and yellow. And then I drove us home and made dinner. The end.