There we stand, my dog and I, transfixed by what we see before us as the daylight fades away.
Sunset comes earlier in the depth of our valley than it does in the lands above and around us. Sliding away from our view, no longer visible to us, the sun leaves a bit of its brilliance behind in the high treetops and the lingering blue of the sky.
My dog and I look upward as a faraway jet with a bright double con-trail begins to rise above the horizon, toward the top of our world.
The plane gleams pink and definable in the rays sent upward by the lowering sun beyond our valley rim; and it moves in grace like a neon bride carrying her startling neon train behind her.
My dog and I inhale the vision and are grateful that it travels in slow motion.
And then the evening chill and darkness drive us both inside.