My favorite time of day is right before the sun sets. When the sky is still blue and the sun shines golden still, but the world is tinted sepia like a living memory of yesterdays. And as my mind wanders over the converging plains of time, the sun keeps it's steady pace towards the death we all look forward to, and evolves into a vibrant sunset screaming loud it's color and awe, before falling from the sky and extinguishing in some far off ocean. It's the way I wish to die and in some ways it's the way we already do...
Then sometimes I'll wonder at it's fiery parade and ponder if, just maybe, just maybe it's really an atomic explosion rushing in slow-mo, for the entertainment of some immortal audience, or perhaps paused altogether by gods gracious remote. It's funny to think how many of us wouldn't even notice, as it looms over the busy commuting highway goers and their rushing cars.
It seems there are two kinds of people in this world.
Those who are in a hurry, and those who like to go fast.
Then sometimes I'll wonder at it's fiery parade and ponder if, just maybe, just maybe it's really an atomic explosion rushing in slow-mo, for the entertainment of some immortal audience, or perhaps paused altogether by gods gracious remote. It's funny to think how many of us wouldn't even notice, as it looms over the busy commuting highway goers and their rushing cars.
It seems there are two kinds of people in this world.
Those who are in a hurry, and those who like to go fast.
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