On the 11th day of Christmas I sit at my window for my favorite time of day: sunset. So many of the rich peeps that live in the foothills of the Catalina Mountains have huge, plate-glass windows. This creates a beautiful light show for us peasants who live in the lowlands. The glint of the sunset moves from house to house, and then the lights gradually come on as the darkness moves behind the light. I doubt Ill ever tire of watching the lights and shadows move across the mountains, the windows glinting in the last of the sunlight, and the twinkling of lights as dusk falls. Even the continued presence of that &(*&%^$& Airstream is enough to destroy my enjoyment.
Posted on: Mon, 05 Jan 2015 00:30:08 +0000
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