The Orange Day Sky

Once, when I was maybe eight or nine, there was an orange day sky. The sky had begun to bleed from the woods that stood beside our house sometime late that afternoon. At least, that’s what I remember now — that it was late afternoon.

Of course, I’ve seen an orange sky many times since; following a thunderstorm, sometimes instead of, sometimes with a rainbow. But, this day the bleeding sky was only preceded by the day’s sunshine, and I don’t remember anything afterwards.