I am looking through the window blinds. Evening is spreading across the sky. Pink deepens into blazing red, then fades back into palest pink. The clouds are gray, getting darker and slowly obscuring the pink, in spite of a ribbon of blue-gray light above them. In stark contrast, the bare trees look like black cut-outs pasted against the sky. As the light gives way to dark, the the cars going by lend the only light now with their bright white headlights and glowing red tail lights. The lights create a shimmering reflection on the pond, even in the darkness. The lights, the shadowy shapes of the cars, and the reflections are all I can see now in the strips of night between the blinds.