I was uh, I was on a ski weekend, up at Stowe. I uh, was coming in late one day - uh, last person off the slope - the sun had just gone down. And the sky became this incredible color. I usually don't uh, notice things like that, and I found myself kind of walking around in the cold, hoping that it wouldn't change; wishing that I had someone there to share it with me. Afterwards I tried to convince myself I had imagined that color; that I hadn't really seen it. Nothing on this earth could be this beautiful. Now I see I was wrong... Wouldn't work, huh?
by James Burrows