Sunset’s golden glow
From behind the amorphous
Shaped clouds is lovely.
Friday, December 25, 2015
The past two months during the holiday season this is the way it’s gone; Dia de la Muerte; flowers, Independence from Columbia - marching bands and parade, Independence from Spain - marching bands and parade, Mother’s Day; flowers.
So on Christmas Eve what happens? At midnight poor Santa/baby Jesus is given the shock and awe treatment. For a good half an hour a barrage of fireworks rained down like it was the Fourth of July and New Year’s rolled into one.
I’m not sure what to expect when Easter rolls around, but if I were a bunny I’d start working on digging a deeper bunker right after I recover from last night’s concussion bomb attack.
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