I sat up on the roof tonight (or I guess last night technically since it’s past midnight now.) I had a Bolivar 754 cigar in hand and a sunset to watch. The Steelers just lost to the Bungles in a horrible 4th quarter that I don’t even want to think about.
Anyways the sky was awash in orange and red, the meeting point where they melded together was a deep magenta. It reminded me of a painting. It was pretty but not breathtaking. At that moment I was just pacing the roof thinking what the sunset would look like in… a certain geographical location. I’ll know by the end of next month but that’s so long away. I want to watch the sunset with her as it dips below the water. I want to see the color of the sky, feel the heat of the sun, watch the image mirror off the water, and experience it all with Ms. Sexy X in my arms. To dream a reality but not set foot in either is to be lost in a hell. Fear not, there is an escape from this madness. I can’t wait.
