sunset on a winter day

After a day of cloud and wind and rain
Sometimes the setting sun breaks out again,
And touching all the darksome woods with light,
Smiles on the fields until they laugh and sing,
Then like a ruby from the horizon's ring,
Drops down into the night.
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow,

the most colorful sunset last night: orange, blue, dark and light in my backyard.