Tuesday evening’s sunset.
Motor Man and I had errands to run in Newport News, so once again, after we crossed the James River Bridge, we pulled over at the park. The western sky was cloudy, but there was a break between the clouds and the horizon. Motor Man suggested we wait a few minutes.
He had a feeling the sun would reappear as it sunk below the clouds. As is usually the case,
He was right.
these days of mine 