Crossing the bridge, I looked to the west. The sunset was gorgeous! Adrenalin rushing, my heart speeding up, "I want that picture."

Braking, I detoured into a parking lot and walked to the center of the bridge. Aiming through the chain-link fence, I shot. Once.

Up popped the message:  Memory Card Full. I was now out of film. And I had no spare.

If I were a paid professional, paid to get the picture, this scenario would give me nightmares.

The one picture I was able to take, though, captured a good moment. If I had had more film, more memory, I could have preserved more stages of this sunset's life.

"Life of a sunset." I've never thought of that phrase before. I like it. Sunsets, like people, go through stages - be born, grow up, and die.

If sunsets had names, this one would be Out-of-memory Sunset. You and I would be the only people on the planet who knew what it meant.

PS:  A Google search of the phrase "life of a sunset" turned up 3,520,000 hits. And here I thought I was being original.