The sky remembered how to blush

Just sat on the porch after dinner, watching a storm roll in from the west. Not the kind that screams — just a slow, layered buildup, like the atmosphere was gathering its breath. The light turned this weird bruised gold, and for about three minutes, the clouds looked like they were bleeding sunset into the earth. I didn’t move. Didn’t even reach for my phone. Sometimes the world does something so quiet it feels like a gift, not a weather event.