Did you happen to catch it? The way the sun looked engorged like some juicy fruit left on the branch too long, a bursting orange drooping down, down, down from the painted clouds over the cityscape. Did you happen to catch it? Not the sun, but the setting of it, though I bet you would’ve wanted to reach out and hold the sun like I did, or wanted to, feeling at that moment so in love with this world that you thought you could do anything you wanted. Elated on the hilltop, a little sweaty from salsa class, looking down at the dome and spire of the mosque basking in the final hours, glowing beige and bronze. Off to the left, skyscrapers with the best view in the house, slightly grayed by the veil of a twilight haze as dust settles from the atmosphere to make room for the stars. Did you happen to catch it? It was beautiful.