Hey Darling Ones,

I am not dreaming as I write this, but please forgive me if I go astray.

This morning I had a frustrating dream about trying to take a picture of an implausibly pink sky. In the dream I was trying to capture the color of the sky because I didn’t think anyone would believe me. Or I would forgot about it before I woke up.

I was delighted as fuck when I woke up around nine this morning, remembered the dream, and found five pictures taken between 5:47 and 5:52 a.m.

The sky really was that pink. It wasn’t just my imagination. It was kind of wondrous and creepy to behold. I’m not sure what a pinky purple sky portends, imminent doom? Love at first site? Harbinger of imminent mystical powers? Heartburn?

Should we all be partying like it’s 1999?

It’s probably just a sign of the dire weather coming our way, which is way more boring than even heartburn.

Anyway, I just wanted to share this with you because it was fucking magical.

Life is just a party,
Jodi