Sunset 1/6/24
Richland, Washington
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the sky consuming itself at the obscene end of day at the obstinate windblown unquiet end of this day the glowing hobgoblin clouds eating the plum-stained apron that's all that's left of the day
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the blue sky that wants to show itself to my mother and dog and me as we walk to the setting sun is nearly overwhelmed by the orange and purple comedy show of the clouds and, oh, the trees
Ah Jonathan. Wonderful. "And oh, the trees" indeed. They seem as transfixed as you were, watching that gawdy display of color at the end of day.
It would be wonderful to be within that stand of trees, to look upward, to see the orange, and blue, and white through the green branches. Thank you, Jonathan!