Monday, March 11, 2019

Gimme a Minute

I was driving home after dropping Bob at baseball practice. Looked in the rearview mirror, and saw a saturated orange and pick sunset blazing behind me. I pulled a u-turn and headed to a place I knew I'd be able to see it clearly. I was stuck in a lane behind a '68 Volkswagon Beetle with a missing break light for five blocks. Then I was caught at the commuter train crossing for-almost-ever. I could see the sunset slipping away. I begged it to wait for me. Maybe it heard me, because when I finally came to a stop at the overlook, this tiny sliver that was left winked at me once, then disappeared. Worth the wait.

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