When the sun disappeared behind the moon at exactly 2:34 p.m and a blue-purple sunset, brilliantly, traced the outline of the Blue Ridge Mountains, surrounding me in a haze of pastel, I started to cry.
By Kirstin Kennedy kkennedy@timesonline.com, The Beaver County Times
Mon, 08/21/2017 - 2:00pm
When the sun disappeared behind the moon at exactly 2:34 p.m and a blue-purple sunset, brilliantly, traced the outline of the Blue Ridge Mountains, surrounding me in a haze of pastel, I started to cry.