An unexpectedly glorious evening drew me out for a sunset run this week.
I got out while the sun was still peeking over the Jura, creating sharp divisions between gold-drenched light and the shadows below.
These two fellows up on the hill were in high spirits, and stopped what they were doing to watch me watching them.
As I turned to leave, I heard the loud thudding of a rapid approach, and turned to find one curious pony who was ready for his close-up.
There wasn’t a cloud in the sky. Well, there was one cloud, strategically placed as if to provide a last glowing mirror for the setting sun.
Far in the background, over the mouth of the Rhône Valley, were a couple of contrails. I realized one reason the sky was so dazzlingly clear was that there were no other trails – usually the blue dome is criss-crossed the lines of jets flying across Europe.
It was an evening of appreciation.
I’m preparing to launch a new sister blog for ChampagneWhisky soon, one that will be open for contributions. Hopefully by the beginning of the new year. I look forward to new horizons.