050: sunsets.

Sunsets. There’ve been two of them, in the last week, so beautiful I actually sort of almost crash into trees driving home. Sheldon Road. The road where I’m most likely to die because I’m looking everywhere except right in front of me. The road where I’m least likely to care because I am in spirit adrift, eyes up, lost in the haze of a sherbet sky lipped with fire, so that when the car hits the tree and goes to smithereens I don’t feel a thing.

I want to die with a gasp of wonder still fresh in my mouth.