sunset_cloudy_golden_smoke nomme a rainbow of all the things arcing arching whispering out of the fizzy haze the damp air a breath of relief the clouds rolling so fast furiously lit with gold gliding bronze lining the swift current the alpine ridges evening song of a shore wandering loon 030822 ... suicidalchinadoll an early childhood memory of a sunbeam through the window of my parent's bedroom. I shook the curtains and the dust gave the light dimension, the golden light filled my memory. the urge to touch it, to keep it, was never sated. so I have a cloudy golden smoke fixation. I want to hold fire in my hand, and to drink sunlight. the times of the day most shot with colour are when I come alive. someday I'll find a way to walk into the sun, and wander its surface unscathed for eternity. 090711 what's it to you? who go blather from