It's just starting to rain, and I'm heading toward home when I catch a corner of that improbable glow. So I walk back the other way to see it fully. Because, funny thing is, it's evening, and I'm looking west. The sun is behind that building and a whole bunch of heavy clouds. Somehow that light found a way to burst through and bounce off another building and onto this one. Just in the moment I would see it.
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31 July 2012
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