From my window, I can see Twin Peaks. Behind it, the sun sets, painting the sky behind the hills. As I sit here, typing away on my beloved iMac, I watch it. I watch as the light pastel blue of the beginning stages evolves into the multicolor hue of it's peak and then it's climax into nighttime.

With the job sitch making itself clear, I smoke a joint and listen to some Zeppelin becoming the rapt audience to the sun's performance. Everything's alright.