“The sunset caught me, turned the brush to copper,

set the clouds to one great roof of flame above the earth.” Elizabeth Coatsworth

We drove this evening on empty roads through rolling hillsides, freshened by monsoon rains. The desert sparkled a bit with rain, the Eastern horizon grew dark and velvetty and oh, the Western sky.

The clouds glowed with colors and the sky changed and shifted with the breezes so that each moment seemed more amazing then the last.

We drove like that for awhile and then passed through Florence.

I wonder if the prisoners can see out of their cells? I wonder if they can still be moved by the grandeur of so much beauty? I wonder if the sunset inspires them like it does me to make my life count...moment by moment by moment?

I'm not sure why I thought about that so much but I did. It made me both sad and hopeful.

And it made me wonder if everyone stops for a moment to rejoice in a sky such as this.

As we did.

In the creosote-scented fresh desert air driving home from Tucson.