"In heaven, an angelis nobody in particular."
~ George Bernard Shaw
Orange is streaking horizon, across my ridge. My heart skips beat at thought of upcoming sunrise... (w/Bob Marley singing in my ear) Clouds makin' light soup out of sun. Orange blaze, sprinkles of gold, lavendar, gray. Rasta Goulash!
...Red sun, red sun, peaking cresting. STUNNING!
Tricky sun. Gave me 10 seconds only. Now it's chillin' behind clouds. Peek-a-boo you...Aha! You know you've got a special life when the sun starts listening to you...
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