From his vantage point on the mountain, Sces could see the earth’s roundness and as he looked westward, became aware of the speed by which it rotated and how it brought darkness in his direction; and how the deep blue sky played a minor role to the infinitive blackness to which he and all belong. The blackness beneath the clouds were shadows and he understood this to be an ongoing conversation between the elements at the sunset moment and this language was spoken and made visible to anyone in the running away. He wanted a rainbow to rise from the point where the black of the sky met the black of the earth and both sky and earth submerged unto a thin black horizon line, which he could not see; and he wanted the rainbow to be thick in the hight of prime colors and to rise to a height above from where he sat and as he hoped for this, he realized he had become part of the dark thin line that kept on swallowing the earth.
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Sounds very imaginary, like something that would happen in a dream.