today,
driving home from Randers just around sundown, the sky was lit up by orange and blue frost clear colours. About 5 miles from Viborg I noticed what could look like a big mushroom sky towering over Viborg, which led me to associate:
Well, that was it. The city is gone and I was glad. Somebody had made the choice for me: staying is not an option. The choice had no consequenses pointing back at my rationals.

I, the lucky sperm.