@hiiitzzzsia I know not. Of late my eye has been drawn eastward, enamored not by the chroma kindled of drops skewing white to autumn hues, but by the early evaporation turning cumulus to stratus as it rises up the morning atmosphere.
My last attempt to enjoy the set was interrupted by a weekend guard shooing me off a parking lot's height as if I were a vermin too low for a feline. In the lesser view that followed, stolen between the arm of steel sentries, I gazed a disappointing topaz that evened fast to gray. In that moment I was most inspired to the frustration of another promising day made mundane.
Yet it proved to be a warm night and so I have nothing bad to say on that Twilight.