Tonight was one of those sublime nights, a night where you sit there as the sun goes down over the meadows and the only word that you can summon between reluctant lips is ‘Wow,’ only you’ve burned your tongue on a freshly poured cup of tea and so you simply sit there in stunned silence and contemplate what a majestic universe it is, even though you’re only familiar with one planet sized portion of it, and ascertain that if the rest has even a fraction of the beauty inherent within the world that you yourself know, well then you should at least conclude this sentence. And then you wonder why you came inside to write this all down, instead of remaining to watch the sun sink into the rolling storm clouds and exhaust itself with the coming of night. And you decide that the answer, beyond the superficial coldness of my being, is that now a moment has been captured forever. Picture postcard for the world to remember. Weather’s lovely, wish you were here, and damn it, don’t blink.
You’ll miss it.
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