...in reflections of utter red? Not quite...
Our apartment - such as it is - and our terrace - such as it is - face east. So I have to take my cues about the quality and character of the sunset from the light I see in that east. If it looks interesting I climb onto the table outside and look over the roof. And if that looks interesting I rush up and out of the trapdoor on the landing, and onto the roof, which is what I did this evening.
Last night's rain and hail left a renewed puddle of water on the roof of Raccoon House, next door.
The usual rusted pots and and decrepit odds and ends that Raccoon House must have employed once upon a time for repair jobs whose traces are nowhere to be seen, suddenly became useful props.
In Brooklyn, this is how we do infinity pools.
Quite a sky.