"The sun was coming down like a gigantic egg yolk." 

My editor and I had to wrestle with this sentence in Invisible Orphans. She was adamant that I needed to use other words to describe the sun, "not egg yolk, it sounds soupy..." 

Last Wednesday, I could not help taking these photos during sunset. I took all three of them within seconds. Look closely. The shape of the sun did just as I described. 

How interesting, life imitates art.

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