| Big Sky Twilight is playing on the big sky -- where unending fields meet the firmament -- distortions of daylight colors swirl, twist, swoop, spin, eddy without regard for boundary, gravity or dimension. Evening dissolves into night, its ebonite ceiling sprinkled so generously with points of light. Morning punches through the darkness. Clouds kiss the earth, leaving mist. The sun reaches down to gently shake us awake. I want a piece of the big sky -- rolling, rumbling, volatile, capricious, commanding -- to hang the sprawling welkin canvas where it will always be in my sight. |