9/17/16 As I looked around I felt the crisp immediateness of everything - God was near my fingertips and I wanted to cry. A sleepy luminous yellow settled over the darkening swells in undulating strands. Darkened cotton candy twists hovered around the dying golden horizon. A salt water droplet rolled down my nose and on my fresh lips. One cloud still held a ghost of glowing red. I thought I would be shivering, wanting to leave, but I wasn't. It's as if summer pulled a few strings just for me, just so I could fully enjoy this moment in every aspect. Summer, my old buddy. He knows me well. And he's a hopeless romantic, that one.