God planted a big sloppy kiss
across the etherized evening.
A sensual sunset dripped
over the repetitions of the day.
I pray for the morning light
to bear equal affections
as color comes back
to the face of day.
Gerald the Writer
Poetry, essay, and prose, oh my!
Gerald the Writer 
Jerry, I saw last evening’s sunset if that’s the one you are referring to. Also, last Saturday night, for my birthday celebration, the horizon I feel was painted just for me & those who took the time to ponder and watch.
Sometimes all it takes is a sunset or sunrise to brush the tangles of our souls out. Praise be!