@ home @ sunset

it's been a hot day, but the evening warmth of the setting sun is refreshing in its subtlety. the fading glare soft enough to not cause eyes to squint. i'm pleasantly tired, the kind that lets me settle into a dreamless state of floating aimlessly through empty space, gently brushing past patient supernovae and deftly swerving around cranky black holes. away towards the endless horizon the mesmerising curve of the sun's orb melts and flows over the uneven saw-toothed hills in the horizon. the invisible plasma of sunlight coursing and cascading down the hot rocks and dry scrub dotting the hillside, sometimes gurgling in recessed hollows, and sometimes gushing down bare slopes. the colour in my mind is a satisfied burnished orange, fading to darkness.

i sit back in this wooden chair, on the porch of this log farmhouse. put my feet up on the low railing, and let my eyes wander around the rolling plains in front of me. it's good to be here, at home at sunset.


i always found the word 'horizon' reminding me of 'arizona' whenever i thought of sunsets and deserts and Westerns.. i wonder what arizona is really like? bd.. nina.. help me out here :-)