A short excerpt from my personal journal:

May 1.

By day's end the clouds broke again over the freshly green hillside. This time, I looked up to behold a truly spectacular sight. Slipping on my shoes, I dashed outside to see the sunset.
Above me, the northwestern skies were alight with intense beauty.
It looked as if the entire  were ablaze like some great fire - though the subtle, cool touch of the breeze upon my neck grounded me in reality.

And just as suddenly as it appeared, the sunset vanished within the depths of the night.
I have seen many a setting sun, but none had me as awestruck as this evening's.