Sunshine over my shoulder

We've had some beautiful sunrises and sunsets this week. And I've almost missed each of them. Yesterday morning I went for an early run. I just reached the brow of a hill, ready to descend back to the old homestead, when I turned my head to look at the view behind me and there it was – the most incredible red sky. It had been there all the time. This afternoon, driving home after taking a funeral, the sun was just lowering on my right. Then I had to do a left turn and spend the rest of the journey knowing there was a sunset of magnificent proportions behind me.  As soon as the traffic stopped at some lights, I grabbed my phone and took this picture of my wing mirror. A bit shaky, but you see what I mean...
Sunrises and sunsets are not only natural wonders to behold, they are also loaded with meaning (and not just for weather-watching shepherds). They symbolise beginnings and endings, old and new, arrivals and departures: "How strange this fear of death is. We are never frightened by a sunset." George MacDonald
For me they are, like all nature's visual treats, a little morsel for the soul. Delicious...