Thursday, February 9 around 5:30 PM; outside the Hague House
Sun was setting, low enough so that I couldn’t see the sun, but the sky was still rather pink, with hardly any variation, rather dim.
In the harsh cold, the sunset was a bleak disappointment. Rather than offering any sense of warmth or comfort in the freezing air, it was plain and the pink of the sky looked as if someone had pulled a thin white sheet across the sky to dim the colors. The pale image was no help in facing the cold.