For some reason, sunsets and sunrises have a good vibe for me, and witnessing them means that I’m participating in life, and maybe a little enjoying it, even.

The other morning, on the way to the train, this sky, unaltered here directly from my camera, made me exclaim out loud, “holy shit.”

I took the picture from the train platform, and yeah, that’s really a sunrise. I understand the current mild winter and the amazing colors are due to our human effect on the planet, but somehow it still reaches past that in my mind.

It might have something to do with how in all its blaze, by the time my train reached the subway, the colors had muted, faded and disappeared.

But I watched it from the train the whole way, catching the pinks and reds in brief glimpses between buildings, and wondered why it seemed I was the only one on the train who noticed.