rejectomorph (flying_blind) wrote,
rejectomorph
flying_blind

Flamed!

Is it dusk yet? Is it safe for me to open my eyes? Has Phoebus Apollo yet plunged the flaming Chariot of the Sun into the quenching depths of Ocean? I hear the crickets chirping, but sometimes they are driven to madness by the heat and begin to chirp while the scourging light still threatens to devour all life. I must be sure that the Sun is gone before I risk opening the thin drapes which are all that prevents my eyes from melting in their sockets. It's a wonder the cloth itself has not burst into flames, exposing me to the Solar Wrath! Each evening, I am amazed to find that I have not yet been reduced to a dessicated husk, awaiting the inevitable immolation which will turn the entire, sere world to cosmic dust.

In other words, it was a bit on the warm side again today.

Oh, cool! There are a few thin clouds, turned pink, and the sky is definitely getting darker. Reprieve! Now I can go out and lurk with all the other nocturnal creatures.
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