Older, but no wiser

I drove home - so as to reach my camera - as fast as I dared, but not fast enough, and in the wrong direction, away from the centre of the stage.
This was just a remnant; a scrap of faded fabric torn from the hem of the gown of what might well have been the most stunningly attired evening sky I've ever seen. Layer upon layer of intricately embroidered peach and rose set against a field of startling turquoise.
Why do I even attempt to describe it?