081313 #copperhead But whatever. The bridge lurks behind my head. I know it's there, and if the sun goes down any further (if? I mean, if? Really?), there will be a shadow falling across my currently sun-kissed shoulders. I might even have to put my shirt back on. Ever notice how you can sometimes get a glimpse of the most horrendous depths of the nearness of outer space, the utterly freezing emptiness and absolute death that night is a tiny emblem of, hours before night even falls? That happens to me more often lately, for some reason. I don't know. Maybe it's just me.