I’ve been looking out that window just about every morning since 1954, and never before seen a sunrise like that. The sky was a huge heavy red over most of our backyard and those on either side. I considered the word “aflame” but this wasn’t fiery -- flames are a more delicate orange or even yellowish red. And this was none of your rosy-fingered dawn either. The phrase that came to mind was Kipling’s -- this Dawn Came Up Like Thunder.
Which reminds me – what ever became of the “On the Road to
Trust me, you’ll be humming it all day. It’s rousing!