a sunset to blind oneself by

The sky was so clear above the horizon and it was so blindingly bright that I couldn't face it. I looked to the south and saw a seemingly tiny sailboat bopping like a cork in the winds, going one way then another... I thought: that's not tacking at all.... bit the boat made headway and blew past the helo pad, then toward the bridge....

I read a book while waiting, thoughts turned to the chapters beneath my fingers. Cars zipped by.... bicycles zoomed by.... joggers ran past my car.... and the sun kept dropping lower in the sky toward the horizon. I could now make out a line of clouds just above the waterline.... very faint outlines, like skyscrapers over the water.....

Soon it was time to leave the warmth of my vehicle, grabbing the cameras to watch the last of the lowering of that golden globe. Birds flew past my eyes, past the cliffs and past the many strangers standing there... still, watching....

They blew past rather than flew.... they glided past at the speed of flung rocks from atop the cliffs, down toward the water to a thrown death but then gliding up again without flapping a wing, soaring even higher than before to hover endlessly, it seemed.... then winging toward parts unknown as they caught the wind in the wings again.

The sun was now at cloud-level and backlit the clouds brightly. It seemed as if on fire.... so bright were those soft edges.... soon it disappeared slowly into the clouds, splashing its golden glow upon that clear sky, dashing out the light yellow and painting the emptiness with golden streaks of color......
Then it was gone.... a container ship steamed past the golden exhibit as though it was a plain storefront with not even a look toward its golden light. It steamed out to the horizon, quiet.... disappearing soon into the clouds itself....