Driving to class last night, I watched a beautiful sunset.
It had the edges of a Rothko with much more subdued colors. (I realized how important it is to continue his late work. There was a particularly peachy cloud with a very pale phthalo blue surrounding it. Perhaps the work for Gift of Time.
On the drive I was listening in on On Point talking about Baltimore. The drastic contrast between the horror of what I was listening to and the beauty that I was seeing was startling. At the end the two merged. The last five minutes of the program was dedicated to Dr. King. His vibrato voice had the same quality of the colors of the sunset. It was a profound 5 minutes.