I was standing at the kitchen sink, turning off the water, thinking about dinner and listening to something on my iPod, when I looked up and caught my breath. Then I ran for the camera.
I was pretty sure I wouldn’t capture it. I have experience with this sort of failure, with the vision of colors splashed across the sky and the disappointment of the way the picture turns out. But it didn’t stop me from trying.
It was the kind of sunset that made me stop afterward, that made my soul sing more than a little, that reminded me of so many moments of joy. It made me lift my eyes, and in doing that, I can’t help but feel a prayer welling up within me, from deep inside. There are no words to the prayer, only a sort of song, a tune punctuated with smiles.
