Really, really self? Really you are going to a describe a sunset, review a sunset and then profusely thank it? Your plan then is, essentially, to gush about the extravagant majesty of a particular sunset in writing and then post what you have written on Facebook? I have to say, this is not your best idea.You should probably exercise some restraint. Take a picture; just take a picture with your phone. Write a caption. Write, "Beautiful sunset seen from train near Gallup, New Mexico." Tomorrow you can delete it and that will be that. No? Alright then: So, we are riding in a moving solarium. We are plants of a sort and this has been a day of accelerated photosynthesis. What I mean to say is that there has been a kind of rare nourishment we've received from spending some moments in Amtrak's observational chamber. Also, there is a thin, rocky, wet creek running parallel to the track we are on and so that makes two lines. Lines and the spatial relationships of lines to other lines are a huge deal. I bring this up because we are vertical and the sunset is horizontal and we are driving toward the sunset which is a collection of lines too because well, how could we not be? Why would we go elsewhere? We would not do that. And I have to say this sunset is more peach than orange and flows in sentences of color, but there are places with neon peach seizures. And these I imagine must be a kind of intentional punctuation. Mind you, if these fits were isolated and not in such close proximity to the peach and to the violet too, to the silver and to the charcoal edges, they could be misconstrued by some as vermillion. This would be a mistake. Colors must be taken in context. This sunset is a paragraph This sunset is a paragraph shaped like a broom and it sweeps the day away and it records each motion. The colors are like footprints but without feet.I'm certain that's how it works because I've read the whole paragraph in slow motion. I savored the reading. In a way, a sunset like this one makes any other kind of light embarrassing, seem derivative and feel limp; just drooping cords, dumb, gaudy blinking things. And when you consider that this sweep-writing is an every evening thing? I'm telling you, I've searched the sky and there are no laurels in it whatsoever to rest upon.This sunset is a mentor who makes everyone want to live forever just to try again, while at the same time not care about death or any kind of ending at all, because see the mountains here form a bowl and watching this set of light spread out and eventually fall into the bowl is actually rather exquisite. Really, this set in her entirety is really a fuck yes argument for opening up
anything that might be shut down in you and for letting it go where it must.
anything that might be shut down in you and for letting it go where it must.
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