…and the sky burned in wisps of fire, gnashing at the blue and chomping at the birds. A great mass of roiling, tangerine madness, Heaven seemed that bit further away trapped behind the fires of an aerial Hell. Everything was temporary chaos, everything was not usual. The few people awake fled in panic clanking milk bottles and revving up cars. For me, on the other hand, it made a pleasant change. My morning runs had become a bit monotonous. The end of everything just spiced them up a touch.
Richard’s Note: I actually stopped on my morning run to take this picture. Sometimes you just have to marvel at the beauty of life.