Written on December 8, 2014.
Red faded to blue across the darkening sky as the sun retreated behind the horizon, casting silhouettes of distant wind turbines spinning slowly in the light breeze of spring. I sat comfortably on the oversized stone, reaching up to position my camera and tripod, trying to capture this moment in time, with its beautiful colors and warm Vantage air brushing across my face what little hair wasn't hidden by my beanie. What few clouds remained in the clear sky appeared as but oil paintings on the dark blue canvas, contrasting against the growing darkness with still-bright reds, pinks, and oranges. This is it, I thought. This is why I live.