There is a spot along with the 1 freeway rear Malibu, that is our spot. It's the perfect place to sit at the edge of the world and see the sunset.
Sheena said with a spark in her eyes, "Let's take shrooms and go to our spot."
That's all I needed to hear, let's go to our spot and I am all in. Time to load up and get ready for the sunset; 8th of shrooms, 8th of weed, Orange Juice, water, Pink Floyd, and a ghetto blaster.
"I love this spot," Sheena said with mischief in her voice.
"I know I feel like it's the edge of the world," I said looking at the joy in her face.
We always perfectly time these secret getaways, these mini-vacations to escape reality. You have to get it just right, Pink Floyd album has to peak, at the time the sunsets are in the perfect position to light all the colors of the sky, and the shrooms begin to peak.
There is nothing really that needs to be said because it to be felt. We are sharing the same mind, we are sharing the same soul, we are thinking and feeling the same things. Each note of Atom Heart Mother, plays the symphony of color in the sky. The sun bleeds out its light into this blue marble in the space, as we experience the whole spectrum of yellows and reds. Some call this seeing the notes, but on this sunset, we lay back and feel the colors and notes...
Day 988: 5 Minute Freewrite: Sunday - Prompt: describe the sunset
