Slowly, excruciatingly, the sun creeps along the skyline ever southernly, sneaking to the winter solstice, smiling with anticipation of a long winter’s nap. Complicating the sunset view, forcing a rise from my customary seat, I crane like one of the few remaining great egrets, to remain settled in my living room comfy chair yet appreciate the autumnal evening. The sky burns blindingly with flashes of red and orange plasma slithering into the bay and the sounds of taps ratatating in the mind.
Life Gets Better 