Despite how tired I felt when I got home from 3LF rehearsal, I haven't managed to fall asleep yet. I just got up to visit the euphemism room, and on the way back, a flash of bright red caught my eye as I passed the window on the landing.
The sky has lightened just enough to be able to see the texture of the cloud deck and notice a bit of colour. The sky over Baltimore is a mottled faint indigo and dusty purple. Except for a break, or a thin spot, or something in the clouds, over the harbour, that the not-quite-rising-yet sun has turned into a spectacular Bright! Crimson! Slash! across the sky just above the horizon, all the more dramatic for the contrast with the grey-purple (with muted indigo swirls) winter overcast. It's a dark January morning so far, except for that Bright! Red! Gash! over the harbour.
Baltimore gets some freaky skies, man.
And yeah, it's pretty.