It was 8:28 pm and the sun was gone from the horizon, it set while I wasn't looking and now the night was making her entrance. So glorious, by touching a few clouds with a delicate, soft pink. I was driving home.
Had I been there a few minutes early I would have felt as if I was driving into the sunset. I love that feeling. Though the falling night colors can read my soul and give me a smile.
It was a nice drive. On a day filled with different stories and discussions of government incompetency and social classes. It was a day of telling stories of Katrina.
Friday, July 20, 2007
I almost drove into the sunset
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