In between 6:50 and 7:08 this evening, whilst en route to a coffeeshop, I stood rooted and stared for a long time at what must be the most striking sunset of late.

The sky was overcast, yet everything on terra firma was awashed in a shade of orange, as if being lit by candlelight. As I watched, the sky pelted tiny drops of rain, but only for a minute.

People passing me by gave strange stares; some followed my gaze, briefly checking, and they must have wondered what exactly it was about the sky which had so enraptured me, and why I had a smile on my face.

But they would not understand.

Because it was more than just a sunset. It was Beauty in all of her glory.