Last night's sunset was the first I had seen from home in months. I've left the office within minutes of the setting sun all season (just after in 2004, and just prior in 2005). Now, with the recent spring forward, I see the beginning of the dimming glow just as I exit the subway a borough away, the actual dip below the horizon minutes after I drop my overstuffed bag from my shoulder to an overstuffed chair at home.
Last night, after depositing my things, catching my breath, and cracking a freshly purchased Beck's, I climbed the stairs to our roof. I climbed again, up the loose ladder that leads to our deck (really, the augmented framework beneath an absent water tank), and watched as our star steadily descended behind the Manhattan skyline. The wind was strong, and as I stared at the sun, my eyes dried.
Images from that 15 minutes: