Sundown

Some days, it's all you can do with your wise old self to just let things be.
Things that shouldn't bother you, do, despite your best, very best, efforts to remain in control of that thing you have control of: reactions.

Carnegie Museum of Art, Pittsburgh

So today, spent not very effectively, (except for a mind-blotting gym workout) in control of reactions ended with me walking Twist through the neighborhood at dusk, with a bare glimmer of sun casting cloud shadows in the western sky.
I love our neighborhood; we are on a small hilltop so the rays of the setting sun, most especially in fall, throw lovely horizontal light under the bare limbs of old trees. And those bare limbs, black and crooked, look especially lovely backlit against the silver, magenta and deep coral of autumn's evening sky.
Couldn't help it. Bummed about so many things, but how to be bummed when this particular October sunset is so gorgeous?
Tears flowed.
Much to Twist's puzzlement.