Today was a day and a night and the hours mixed with seconds, skipping minutes altogether. The coincidence of an unplanned life, the orange light which wasn’t quite as orange as the other sunsets but more orange than a sepia picture with tapered corners. The trees cleaned and washed and glistening through the plains of Colorado, the resolve and the resolution, the laughter absorbed into the upholstered walls. We drove with the water of the left and the grass of the right, with my past staring me in the face, my future flickering through my eyelids, and I felt full. More content than when I was protected, because I would have rather died bursting with myself than live through the chiseled, angled facets of others.