The other day, the sunset was so… so… beautiful. There were trails from planes and the clouds, and coloring from the sun was so beautiful. I took some pictures, and adjusted my settings. At the moment that I lifted my camera to take a photo of the clouds, hundreds, if not thousands, of birds began fly across the sky. I snapped the photo, and seconds later, they were gone. I am so grateful that I was there, right then, and caught that priceless moment. Times like that are the ones that make me glad that I am a photographer.