Strolling a nearby knoll this evening, we heard the quiet hum of a small plane (looked like a C-172 similar to Tripp) descending toward SBA in the West where we’d been watching the sunset. Looking back toward that familiar and beloved music we saw this explosion of cloud color contrasting with the gentle plane at the top-right corner.
4291 Sunset Approach
It’s an enchanting time to fly, and we were transported aloft as we watched in rapt silence.
John & Anne Wiley 
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