Some days end like this: the orange blaze melting thick and fast through a forest of pine soldiers. On those days, if you have slowed down long enough to notice in the few seconds while it lasts, you might try and capture it.
You will want to capture it. You will wish it in your pocket to take out on the rest of the days that end like a smoldering wick, no light, no blaze, nothing natural in the glow of halogen headlights. The rest of days there are no pine soldiers, only the street lamp that flickers to a sputtering goodnight.
You will want to capture it. But you can’t, not really. You think you have it, but then walk away with only a fuzzy reflection and an irradiated glow. Nothing can harness the infinite.
Notice everything in the moment, while you can.