A day when the sky was on fire. When I complain to people about California, I generally say that the weather is monotonous. Always sunny and 75, day after day, week after week.
My brother provided an interesting nuance to my perspective. He said: while the weather is the same, the sunsets are always different. Every time I go back home, I make sure to make my way down for a sunset or two, to see the sky on fire.