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Driving at Dusk

I drive an hour each way to work at the moment. It’s been gruelling through the dark times but I got to drive home during magic hour tonight. The sky started to tint as if seen through a thin brown paper bag then mellowed into a sepia-tint you only get in old movies before burning the tape into a burnt orange  peach melba as the terminator moved overhead and ending in a dark flamingo pink that sank upwards through the dark blue waters of the arrived twilight.

Sometimes I really love the drive home.

Posted on February 18, 2008   #Nothing in Particular  

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