These are the things I ponder when driving in a top-down convertible in the rain. What am I on? We’ll get to that later. I don’t really now my destination, but hey isn’t it the journey that counts? Whatever, I don’t want that self help crap advice that my mother is handing out like fortune cookie slips. As my red mane flows almost to the center of the back seat I ponder some more of life, love and what we make of it. The sun is setting, the action that casts a pink-orange glow onto the canvas of a sky.
The sky is dripping, it’s paint streaming down from the top of the canvas to the very bottom. The golden circle sinks lower down the canvas and leaves a trail of pink and magenta paint, slowly turning the golden to orange and orange to red and red to pink. Fuchsia lines gather in bunches to make the effect of abstract art. Man, this is trippy what am I on? We’ll get to that later.