We have again entered the days of the greedy sun. Already at 6 a.m. he's poking through my bedroom window, disturbing me, and he doesn't let up all the live-long day. Too bright, too intense, I stay in the house all day just to avoid him.
Sunset? Yes, it's spectacular, but its true nature is RAGE. Rage of an angry sun still not ready to give it up to darkness. Chili Dog and I went walking at 9 p.m. last night, and still the sky was tinged with rose red. In these big skies, he lingers and lingers. With only a little slip of moon to claim the sky for night, I fear we are outmatched.
He is a domineering sort, and his cult is large.
Sunset? Yes, it's spectacular, but its true nature is RAGE. Rage of an angry sun still not ready to give it up to darkness. Chili Dog and I went walking at 9 p.m. last night, and still the sky was tinged with rose red. In these big skies, he lingers and lingers. With only a little slip of moon to claim the sky for night, I fear we are outmatched.
He is a domineering sort, and his cult is large.
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