Molten

I managed to get out of work early enough to get a few miles under my belt before the sun went down, which allowed me to run a longer route than I normally feel comfortable doing in the winter darkness.

(I am extremely thrilled that there are only a few more days until we start gaining sunlight back again....)

After that beautiful lunch outside (cold Clementine oranges eaten barefoot on a park bench in the middle of December definitely makes The List), the sun continued to make me a happy lady this evening by gracing me with a pyrotechnic sunset.

You may have seen that there is a volcano erupting in Russia; "molten" was the first word that came to mind when I saw tonight's sunset. The clouds had swirled into contrails of purple and as the sun sank, their underbellies blazed with vivid oranges and fluorescent reds.

There is a nice long stretch along a main road out to the church where sunsets are particularly visible and I often wonderful if I'm the only one craning my head to look at them or if those driving find themselves drawn to stare, too.

Tonight I ran fast and hard, my feet driven by a compilation of electronic music that my brother made.  I hadn't ran with music in a long while and the thumping bass and crescendo-ing treble was exactly what I needed.

You were right, buddy, happy music.