Last evening (10-01-22) I had already locked the door and turned on the security system when I happened to look up at some of our white curtains and saw that they were glowing orange. It looked almost like a fire was burning outside. I went to a window and saw that the western sky was alive with the deepest red I've ever seen.
So I called Tom, turned the alarm off and headed out the back door with camera in hand.
Hurricane Ian had ravaged Florida, crossed the peninsula from west to east, then come ashore again in South Carolina as a renewed hurricane. It then quickly lost its punch and became a low pressure system, staying ever east of us but forcing showers into Ohio as far west as the Columbus area.
But throughout the day clouds streamed across Farmersville from the east to the west. And at sunset they opened enough for the glow of the setting sun to light these clouds from beneath. As the sun sunk ever further below the horizon, the reds got richer and deeper.
But as Tom and I stood beside the garden, they also quickly faded. Still, it was a sunset to remember, all thanks to the remnants of a hurricane.
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