Sunset. Eye of the storm. Which means rainbows thattaway, & more bad weather t’other. A lot like following one of those winding paths down waterfalls with the mist lit up like disco. Or just jumping. My favorite way down, usually. Barring rocks, crocodiles, too little water or too much. It’s a judgment call. So far, not one I’ve f*cked up. Point being... aside from not f*cking up always being reason to celebrate... Snatches of color here, there, not quite everywhere. And water everywhere else. We’re gonna get cold and wet, but at least it’s pretty.