What happened to all the breathtaking sunsets? As I was admiring tonight’s sparse, wispy pink clouds, it occurred to me that my “sunset standards” have been dramatically lowered. I can’t remember the last time when a sunset made stand in a slackjawed stupor — the kind where the clouds ripple and burn with a fiery orange glow, slowly simmering into the deep blue, rising night sky.
Global warming? It’s more like global dulling.