A small passing shower at sunset created these amazing layers of dark clouds and warm gold light as I drove home tonight. It was so beautiful that I stopped just after the Rocks Village Bridge to snap a few pictures, even though I knew they wouldn't really do the moment justice. When I arrived home a few minutes later, Noah told me his grandmother Gladys passed away today. She had suffered for years with Alzheimers or something like it, much like my Grammy did. I hope she's free now, and somewhere where the light always looks like this.
