August Sunset

The sky is melting. Me too.
Who hasn’t seen it this way?

Pink between the castlework
of buildings.

Pensive syrup
drizzled over clouds.

It is almost catastrophic how heavenly.

A million poets, at least,
have stood in this very spot,
groceries in hand, wondering:

"Can I witness the Rapture
and still make it home in time for dinner?"


Muffin of Sunsets, by Eaine Equi


One of those weird days with a bit of everything. Hiking over Norumbega in the morning. Going to the hospital around lunch time to get a bunch of curious electrodes to hook up to myself for a home sleep study. Shopping in town before dropping off one of the cars for maintenance. Finally getting home. And then this sunset. 


The beginning and end were definitely best. Even if a mosquito did fly directly into my ear while I was taking this photo.