Set

The sun burns away behind the silhouette of Catalina Island and the sky looks like a giant hunk of Labradorite, infused with the hue of that crazy flourescent pink crayon that looks good enough to eat but never colors the color you would expect. 

Black volcanic clouds hang in what appears to be a glowing magma sea and I can’t help but imagine for a moment the swirling primordial inferno that was the Earth at it’s inception. How far she has come, sloughing off her epoch cells like raindrops from a shaking dog, the side to side motion of her evolution releasing species and cultural empires alike. 

I sit on my patio, margarita in hand, silicious stone sky before me, framed by palms. Goodnight day.