It's behind you

When I spotted the fiery sky I pointed it out to George, who was having his breakfast. 

"Yeah, I saw it earlier. It looked a bit,” he said, turning around, “whoah!"  I got the impression it had become more dramatic in the short time since he'd seen the clouds looking slightly pink. 

Nice to be able to surprise them every now and then. 

I especially liked the molten-looking pools in the driveway.