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1748. Glorious sunset!

You know, Penelope, I could stand here and look at the sunset all day. Gold over a diamond mountain, I say. Simply glorious! So lovely to stand here of an evening and let it wash over one.

Yes, I would love it; I’d love another martini thank you. And the stars! One can barely see them in the golden light, Penelope. But Venus, at least I think it’s Venus, glimmers so brightly. It’s the only star in the evening sky that I recognize.

Thank you! Yes a Martini is the only way to go on an occasion such as this. And yes, I will have a second cheese and olive on a toothpick with just a hint of cayenne and a slice of salami. Superb!

At first the sky was crimson; dark velvet crimson. And slowly it transformed into a golden luminosity. I half expect a choir of angels to make an appearance. No film director could produce such wonder.

Goodness! You’re right. The scene does make me imbibe a little faster than usual. Yes, I shall have another Martini, but make it a double least I feel the urge to come back too soon.

The sunset! The sunset! All this and heaven too!

You what? What’s that, Penelope? It’s not a sunset at all? It’s a sunrise? A sunrise! Have I been up all night? I haven’t? So this is breakfast? How splendid! Well get on with it, my dear, and get me that martini.

1238. Sunset

What an unbelievably beautiful sunset! Spectacular! It changes from blue to green to red to pink to white. It’s like watching coloured theatre lights change on the pleats of a hanging curtain. Blue to green to red to pink to white and back to blue! Part of its beauty must surely be that it passes. Things disappear so quickly. Just a fleeting glimpse into the expanse of the sky and then… darkness.

But this sunset seems to linger. Could it mean a storm at sea? A fine day tomorrow? An portent of better things to come?

None of these. It’s near midday, and I’m watching the nuclear fallout drift this way.