If you are traveling forward, should you be looking backward?
I asked myself this marvelously philosophical question last night as I drove home, my back to the setting sun. It was impossible not to glance in the rear view mirror. The sky was splashed with brilliant color, every crayola orange and pink. Ahead, a gray road stretched toward dark mountains and a faded sky, but behind me the evening sky was afire.
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