A slow process leaving Norman, and some delays getting there, meant a “late” arrival at my dad’s gravesite. So what? This was the blessing that greeted me at the end of my visit, as if this was how it was supposed to happen all along. A long zoom into the most colorful part of the sky was the same thing my eyes did, searching for the strongest color and deepest meaning of the moment. A fleeting hint of warm-toned iridescence danced through cirrus above the settingsun, punctuating the blessing.
3 E Lindale TX (7 Mar 23) Looking W
32.5235, -93.3563