I’m not the only one impressed by the sun’s daily farewell blaze. Children point the sky out to their father, delighted in its pink and orange coats of paint. “Look! Look at it – the colorful sky.” Thin clouds hold their water and the stars will be out soon. Constellations will emerge as the sky’s dome darkens. The green of low brush fades with the light, and I bet billions of insects are happy to wake up.