I usually see the pink from while lying in bed, thinking about getting up. As Jon and I talk, it fades to pale blue and is gone for the day.
But this morning I was up early again and when I went out with the dogs, I saw that the gray slate roof on my studio now glowed pink like the clouds that stretched over it.
Behind my studio Bud barked at Merricat who stood watching him. She too glowed pink around the edges.