I drove into the sunset, then towards the moon.
The horizon was bleeding - bursting - brilliant oranges, deep cranberries, and golden hues into the sky. I wished I was on my bike so I could stop and watch. On my right was the sun spilling the last of its warmth into the evening sky, while on my right, the moon was rising to take its place in the quickly cooling night. With the two opposing, yet strangely mirrored objects on opposite sides of the horizon, on opposite sides of myself, as I wished I could create a collage of pictures spanning the entire width of the sky, with these sun and the moon bookending the spectrum of our heavens, the words of the Flaming Lips played through my mind so clearly:
Do you realize the sun doesn't go down? It's just an illusion caused by the world spinning round.
And maybe the world doesn't really change the way that we think it does, maybe it's just ourselves that change, and our different perspective causes the world to look so different.
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