luminous beings are we

Gosh, the English language has some good words for light. Apart from luminous: lambent, effulgent, lucid, burnished. This is fortunate, since they become necessary at times in this city. The sun set this evening over a city which had spent the afternoon tucked under a low-lying softness of clouds, which refracted the sunset light into the most incredible peach-coloured glow. Driving home from Hout Bay was slightly surreal: my hands on the steering wheel were glowing slightly, all peachy-gold. It's the most amazingly pervasive light, it feels as though the air is actually holding a clear, glowing liquid like a cup.

Then I turned the corner at the Common, and saw this, which caused me (and the car immediately behind me, actually) to pull over in order to gawk:



(Stitched, as usual, with Autostitch, which is a dandy little utility capable of uncanny intelligence in knowing which bits of cloud match which.)