Rose Colored Skies

The sunsets in our valley are vivid and biblical as the sun slips down behind the Oquirrh Mountains. Clouds billow in summer anvil shapes, and streaks the color of citrus fruit sneak through to light up the wheat fields at the mountain’s feet. On calm days in the late summer, the sunset pallet is mirrored off the Great Salt Lake and splash watercolors of red across the valley to the eastern range. Or when a hot South wind rides in at dusk the sun says good night as a ball of blaze. This month’s fire scattered tragedy into the rose-colored canyon and blasted a spray of machine gun fire into town. For those watching across the valley, you couldn’t tell the difference between the fire dance of red ribbon wriggling its way up the ridge or the sun slinking its way down to bed.