Red Dawn

You know the rhyme:

Red sky at night, sailor’s delight.
Red sky at morning, sailor’s warning.

The eastern sky casts a red hue into my house and colors the houses across the street. I’m often awake before dawn and can therefore state: the sky is unusually red. No big deal, just pretty.

[Edit] Now, 12 hours later, I can report: early sunshine, strong winds gusting to 35 mph at noontime, passing severe thunderstorms and brief heavy rain showers in the afternoon: not good sailing weather. Score one for the rhyme.