Sleeping in

Crazy sunset tonight. The sky was grey and overcast and it was almost cold, but the ambient air for 360 degrees, inside and outside the house, was a deep rose pink. It poured through the windows like syrup and clung to the eyes like an LSD trip outdoors. Even the wildlife fell silent at the spectacle. Only a trio of oblivious finches sang while the neighborhood cat ever so silently staked out their position and a few dozen lightning bugs arrived early to mark the occasion. For a moment it felt like a crack between two worlds.

Meanwhile, in more earthly magic, I don't have to get up in the morning. Yeah. I finally have a day off so I'll be back to daylight blogging hours tomorrow, maybe do some drug war news. In the iterim, ah to sleep -- perchance to dream...