Sunrise separates the night from the day. And on this day I'm driving away from the gray with lightning and hail at my back and the music of the mysterious mountains before me, the imprint of the constantly changing dance of light and dark and meaning and chaos playing out like a piano scroll made of dark pavement and painted lines and rumble strips keeping me in line. I repent of my too harsh judgments of friends and loved ones in this election year even as I turn my back on them to drive away. I wish them well as I hold my lover's hand and smile at the golden glowing horizon calmly racing towards me at the speed of music, changing, changing, changing, changed.

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