I noticed the light changing in the south window - a new color on the fringe of my computer screen.
The rain had stopped for the first time in two days. I can't remember the last time we had consecutive storms. For the better part of the workday, the light was steely blue - but now, some warmth.
I needed break anyway. It was 4:30 pm, and I hadn't even stopped during lunch. But it was raining then. Now it's calm. I could hear the tires on the wet street as I stood on the front porch in my socks. (Yes, definitely some color in the sky.) It was time for a walk.
I put the compact Canon S110 in my back pocket, laced up my red and gray Nikes, and locked the door behind me. The clouds in the west parted slightly. A streak of orange leaked out, but too many buildings to see much more.
I walked faster. Maybe down the street there was a clearing.
A few hundred yards away, I saw a woman standing in her front yard holding up a smartphone. That's promising. I walked faster.
And there it was. The opening, the colors, the perfect moment to shoot a sunset.
Some photographers say that sunsets are trivial shots. That we shouldn't even bother. Nope. I love sunsets. And if I have a camera with me, I'm going to take a picture.
I held the Canon up to the sky. The colors were perfect. In just those few moments my day became spectacular.
I'm so lucky. The minute clouds part, I have the freedom to open my door and leave. And the best time to do that
is after the rain.