Absent Horizon

The scene swiveled in a blink. The assortment of glorified colors on display erased itself as the desert and sky melted together and became singular. Every color of brown that's known took over as scorched orange nudged its way onto nature's palette and speckled its way into perfect.

Rusty clouds hovered high haloing the jaggedy mountaintops. A few extroverted wispy poofs hung out in the infinite, finding their own fit away from their friends.

Dozens of hawks abruptly stopped playing hang glider and tucked themselves deep into their secret protective nooks.

The perfume of rain and violent shaky rumble was the warning. The desert, in a stretched deep bassy tone, graciously whispered - run.

Ferocious was knocking.

Before the Gods spilled their golf ball raindrops and lit the fuse in the sky, one last gaze into discovery.

Every detail was felt in the pin dot goose bumps. No picture needed to be taken. Just what was - unrecorded.

Live Beautifully,

Jimmy