Giving the Sun Thanks

Closing my eyes I distinguish a tree comprised of 1000 splended suns shimmering. A red glare is desolving over me, I now focus on the breath filling my chest. I can feel the cool breeze circulate streamlined across my bare flesh, I can sense the sun is setting. My world gives thanks for the warmth the wind the waves, for another beautiful day is come to a close. My eyes glide open, giving way to my sun-streaked inner eyelids to cast my gaze to the last half of the blazing sphere peaking over the haze hung horizon. The sky directly above appears as the purest shade of blue, its clarity is magnificent.

-The western sky now darkens beckoning the night,
darkness proceeds this part of the eternal fight.
Sun chasing Earth, light eclipsed by dark.
The crescent moon, she christens the night
With angelic light, Hark!

The Warmth of the Fleating summer

Sunlight painted mountains crest my tiny corner of existence. The coast to my right, the setting sun at my back. Nadine, keep rolling along study old girl, what a marvelous view! The long way home, the scenic route. Summer is over yet the sense of wonder still remains. Over the Santa Ana River now, and minuscule surf but from here everything from the crumbling waves to the crest of Saddleback Peak are drenched in the same shade of fantastic light. Bring on the desk, bring on the autumn. Take me along the path of the ever extending conception of time with its ebb and flow.

-peace of mind lies somewhere on the great Highway.