After work tonight I felt like when I walked out of my building into my freedom, there was a sunset painted just for me. From the look of the other people going to and fro on campus, I was the only one who could see what was lighting up the evening sky to welcome the fall of darkness.

It was as if someone shred pink and purple iridescent ribbon slices across the sky with razor blades. They were only there for the briefest of moments, and I got to take hold of it, as if it was a welcome sign that this was what the whole day was leading up to. All the scurrying to get the kids ready for school in the morning, for me driving to work in the super cold weather and through the snow driving, through the working all day inside an office where I don’t know if I’m meant to be…

all of that…
all of that…
was what lead up to this moment of a sunset that seemed to be painted just for me.

and the reality came to me that I may not have noticed it if all the day hadn’t have happened as it did.

working eight ours, to walk out of the building into my freedom…
I stepped into a painting where colorful ribbons sliced across the sky for the smallest of moments, iridescence, highlighting the end of my day, and opening the door for the rest of the evening.