A reader writes:
"He woke early to a strange red light infusing our little bedroom."
My wife and I had an experience much like this when we lived in Los Angeles. Our bedroom was infused with a beautiful red glow, and when I investigated I discovered that the apartment building across the street was on fire. Turns out, someone torched the building to cover a double homicide. Drug deal gone bad, the cops said.
We live in Kentucky now...
Heh. Actually, we'll be moving next year and will leave this view to someone else. But it's been a great decade of watching the sun come up over the bay.