On Way Home

On the way home tonight, on my usual journey on the train, almost back at my station stop, where it goes over the massive viaduct which looks down on everything below, I looked over towards the horizon and silhouetted on a bright orange sky was a cross.

Ok, it wasn't an actual cross, nothing compared to the massive object Jesus was crucified on, but it was a vertical pole from some farm in the country or something combined with perhaps the flattest cloud ever. It was nothing like the picture here but I wanted to share!