As much as I love the sunrise

...there is much to be said for an Alaskan sunset when the day won't surrender without one last fight. It's about 11;30 now, some clouds have rolled in here and there through the evening, and out my bedroom window as the midnight sun sets in the general direction of Earthquake Park and the great one Denali beyond it, the clouds are limned in rose gold below and suffused in deep plum above, no part left untouched by that dying blaze. The pinks are turning to near scarlet now and the gold is too bright to look at in thin, sharp jagged lines - like lightning strikes set parallel to the horizon. High above all that, the sky is still light gray-blue, still calm, knowing it only need bide its time while the plums turn to dark lavenders, the reds are gone entirely, the golds turn to a deep blush of peach. Part of me wanted to rush out with a camera but the image will not capture the heart-filling of the moment.