run for it.

I ran for this. Deep in the woods I could see the sky was changing but there was no view other than through boughs, twigs and buds. An inelegant sprint followed by a scramble up an old bank and the vista opened up. The sky was a confused mix of movement and colour. My eye was drawn to the centre of this where red and gold met. As the sun dropped every cloud flushed pink but it was uniform and somehow uninspiring and I preferred the first reward for my race.