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i sit two stories above creation, surrounded by sky and green.

last night i couldn't sleep so i ambled up to the roof at about five o’clock. the sky was brilliant. apollo was harnessing is four horses about to start another day's work.

the cirrus clouds arc up and out. the sun pains them pink, orange and peach. they glow like fire but the air is cool. in front of the cirrus clouds are large, low cumulous clouds. the sun is at their back and they are dark. to the west there is a large thunderhead billowing towards heaven. it is grey and blue. it looks like a mountain hanging above us all. behind me there is darkness.

the sun begins its march upwards. the cirrus clouds fade from pink to white. the large, cumulous cloud still hands dark on the horizon.

the land is flat and stretches out. this is god's country, just like texas. it all looks like we're standing on a wafer thin catholic communion cracker, circular and fragile.

the sun beams through the ominous clouds. it's furious. the sky clears up and thin, wispy clouds move above my head. the palm trees all stand in anticipation of what the sun will bring. they waitt patiently and still only moving when a slight breeze bumps into them.

roosters crow in teh background and life slowly begins to emerge. birds chirp lazily.

the top of the thunderhead to my west just lit up like a torch. it's a gentle, pastel rock. the bottom is dark and furrows its brow. the top which, at one point looked eerily ominous, bent on sky domination, now looks joyful.

people start to mill about. you can hear them in their rooms talking, opening and shutting doors. people start walking out on the balconies in their pajamas.

the sun now blazes through the clouds. they move gently out of the way and i'm struck by her power, her heat. i sit and sweat.

dawn has painted the sky and i was lucky enough to watch. it all begins and it will again tomorrow.