May 30, 2007

Morning Nuke, Part II

Since I have not written much in a while, I'll share a deep moment from a few months back.



It was a fabulous morning, returning from a mountain night hike as the colors were changing by the second. Nothing in recent memory could top the smell of the crisp predawn air and the sound of the wilderness transitioning to the lumens. Nothing that is, except looking up to gaze a rocket streaking toward the heavens leaving a lingering plume in the purple haze just as I approached my destination.

"Now that's something you don't see everyday" said dag.

"Glad it was on its way up" said Brutus.




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