It was one of those travel days. Started off with a mechanical in Little Rock assuring I wouldn’t arrive home as scheduled. After arriving at DEN, found the next flight too had a mechanical. It’s parked there at the Gate 43 four hours later. The plane I was now scheduled to get on in thirty minutes was two hours out on its way from LGA. I sat there watching this thunderstorm brew knowing that would throw the next wrench in my dreams of getting home this day (which I didn’t). When the first bolt of lightning struck the runway, everything came to a halt. And while I settled in for another three hours of waiting, the light began to comes across the tarmac, and it was gorgeous light. It was real simple to grab my Z 9 / Z14-24f2.8 out of the Retro 20 and make a simple click. The light, like on any landscape there was there, then gone. As the sun set I looked at the vacant jet way at Gate 41 wishing my plane was parked there. As it turned out, it would be another four hours until is came. That was the view at gate 41.