Pink Paradise

Last week I experienced one of the most aesthetically beautiful and rare acts of nature that I’ve ever had the pleasure of observing.  As I’ve looked at most every masterpiece in the western world, I don’t say this lightly.

As I was doing my evening walk in Point Dume, I turned the corner and saw a pink painted sky.  It was done in a painterly hand, with brilliantly coloured pink strokes of various shades.  The florescent pink brush strokes were of a rare hue.

And in the midst of this exquisite sunset was a space that appeared to open to the divine. It was truly transcendental, which I suppose was the purpose of such a rarefied happening.

If only I had had my telephone with me, but then again, it would have negated such a divine and transcendental event.