Sunset

I'm feeling brave and combative, so I'm going to go ahead and say this: you've never known beauty until you've seen the tops of clouds from a tiny plane porthole on a sunset night like tonight. The fiery distance on the far horizon could hardly be contained. If not for the rolling, peaceful, cool blue nimbus close to us, the vast, limitless grazing expanse keeping us safe, our plane would surely have been consumed. Eventually the fire gave way to a golden glow, a warm amber, a band of perfectly enunciated visual spectrum, and finally a deeply resonant navy which faded to black night as we flew farther and farther north (why north? why? insanity...same mistakes over and over...why?).

Sunset isn't about color, it is about the colors. The evolution, the permutations, the ebullient fades. The group, the chorus, the textual interplay. Sunset is life. I hate it. It kills me. It is perfect.

Currently Listening To

Contra by Vampire Weekend