Remains of the day. . .

Another day, another night and yet again, another sunset, as has been the case his past week, uniquely beautiful. It seems like everyday when I step out onto the deck, the horizon has something new to offer. And today it was a heavily clouded sky with the sun right at the horizon. Not its usual fiery self, just fighting off the biting wind and gathering clouds long enough for me to grab a few pics :).

But that in itself presented a rather major problem. You see, the wind outside was biting cold. And today's Sunday, so as a mark of deference to the non existant weekend, I'd chosen to appear for work, not in my regular coveralls and boots, but in a pair of shorts and sneakers. The heavy jacket over my sweatshirt did absolutely nothing to lessen the chill that was setting in. And it was freakin' difficult to hold the camera steady for any length of time. And that meant I had to click several pictures before I could get a few respectable ones. By the time I was done, the horizon had changed into something quite different!

So there, every day is a new day, and I'm definitely thankful for each one of them. But I guess the idea of life without weekends is going take a little time to get used to.

It started raining in the evening. Pretty redundant if you ask me, rain in the middle of the sea. But then I guess it's right up there with not wearing workclothes on a Sunday when one has to work anyway.....