Skyfire

22 December 2003

There is a certain spot on west-bound 191 between Midland and Odessa where, under very particular conditions, magic happens. And when I say particular, I mean it maybe happens once or twice a year. It must be just past sunset. The sky should usually be cloudless, although some cloud formations enhance the effect. You must be alone in your car with just the right music playing (which varies from occurrence to occurrence--but you'll know it when it's right). Timing is essential. You must crest that particular bridge just as the sun disappears--too soon and you'll be blinded until you're past the spot, too late and there's an overpass between you and the event. But on those rare occasions when everything is just right....the world ends. The horizon sharpens to a razor's edge. And beyond that edge the sky is on fire. And you know if you could stop right there and watch, it would burn itself away to reveal the void beyond, nothing left but floating embers which freeze in place to become stars. It's one of the most beautiful sights I've ever seen.

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Skyfire

22 December 2003