October 9

Brady wanted to go to the Amador/Foothill rivalry game with some friends this evening, so I drove him over to Foothill just as the sun was making its daily sojourn to the horizon.

As we crossed over the crest of the hill on Bernal, this was the view. I quickly took what wound up being a fairly sloppy picture, but you get the idea: between the blue sky and the tufts of cloud and the warm yellow glow of the day's final moments of sunlight, it was pretty spectacular.

So for the gift of such a view splashed across the sky by a God whose creativity is immeasurable, I am grateful. (And I'm grateful that Brady opted in to some time with his pals, top; there were a few guys from Foothill he hadn't seen in a while!)