The pooch and I sat on the porch for a few minutes in the coolness of near-sundown. It was cloudy, as it had been all day, but we were getting none of the promised rain that we need so. The western sky glowed a sort of whitish color, but somehow managed not to put out much light. The REAL light came from a section of yellow sky above and to the east of us. It reminded me a bit of the strange yellow-green color the sky sometimes gets when bad storms and even possibly tornadoes are in the area. Even the shadows of the porch posts came from the east, an odd thing at sundown. Everything was bathed in a sort of dull yellowish glow.
The neighbor was mowing his lawn, giving the dog something to watch, so she was no in hurry to go inside. Through the woods, I could see a car come to a stop, no doubt waiting for deer to cross the road, then it drove slowly by the house. Gradually, the color to the east turned to pink. Everything was then given a pinkish cast, including the green tin roof on the neighbor’s big outbuilding. A lone bat went back and forth in the little section of lawn between us and the woods, 30 feet away. One time, it came within five feet of us, barely missing the corner porch post. I didn’t care, as long as he was after mosquitoes.