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Something about this almost imperceptible sunset really struck me. It was so quiet and so subtle... yet I was transfixed.

I had been walking, enjoying an early evening made mellow by stormy weather, when I noticed a sliver in the sky to my left. I looked closer and realize the sun was just peeking through, and immediately i wanted to attempt to capture it.

It was a fleeting moment that left an indelible impression in my mind.

I could picture an expansive, brilliant sunset decorating the sky behind the wall of clouds. I wondered, "Who is witness to that display tonight, and where?"

I thought about how easy it would have been to miss, and how most people walking by likely did.

Now, hours later, I think about the poetry of being at the right place, at the right time, to catch a glimpse of something that will never happen quite in that same way again.

I think about how striking bright, blazing orange is against damp, heavy gray.

I think about a moment revealed only to those who were paying attention.

I'm moved.

I think about impermanence. About how no matter how badly I wanted to freeze that moment in time through my camera lens, it was actively slipping away through my fingers.

In fact, by the time I tried to capture it from a different vantage point, it was gone.