Clouds got in our way, erasing the sunset last night.
They floated north like a great barge on the water, erasing the river.
But to the south a pink and golden cut reminded us that the sun was still lighting the clouds from above as it slipped, unseen, toward our horizon.
If tonight were clear we would enjoy the thinnest crescent moon, bright Venus and faint Mercury. But clouds are already in our way. Perhaps your sky is clear?