The sunset picture reminded me of this:
About thirty years ago, my wife and I sat on Redondo Beach watching the sunset. There were a few wisps of clouds to pick up the red and orange glow of the setting sun, and where it approached the ocean from above the view was unobstructed. Just as the orb's lower edge touched the Pacific horizon, a magnificent three-masted schooner passed across directly in front of the sun. For an instant the vessel was framed in the beauty of old Sol. The scene which that wonderful coincidence painted for us was literally spellbinding and breathtaking.
Afterwards I pulled closer to my wife on our blanket on the sand, put my arm around her, kissed her gently on the cheek and said, "It's an omen, honey. We should return to the condo right now and make love."
She gazed at me with those deep brown eyes, smiled warmly and said, "You'd say that if a beer can had floated by."