it's a great life, if you don't weaken (matociquala) wrote,
it's a great life, if you don't weaken
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You will be justified in checking the back of my neck for alien breathing tubes after reading this--

But Las Vegas was actually quite beautiful on the way into work this morning, at four thirty AM. The eastern sky behind Frenchman's mountain was a ragged shade of dusty rose, punctuated by what I presume was Venus, because it was so very bright that if I squinted at it right I could fool myself into thinking it was a sphere. The sky overhead and spreading westward was a gloomy indigo, not quite transparent but rather looking like four thicknesses of a dark blue gossamer silk sari hung up in front of a window, just bright enough to see the outlines of the Spring Mountains against it.

If you haven't been here, Las Vegas is shaped roughly like an enormous chips-and-dip platter. The casinos (downtown and the strip) sit in one of the lowest parts of the valley, because that's where the water was, and there's a slow rise up to the mountains on each side. Our mountains don't have foothills; they just hump up out of the desert floor like a ridge on a hog's back. As I was driving to work (I drive west, and the road I take is north of the resort area and on top of a little rise), whenever there was a desert lot on my left hand side I could turn my head and see the city laid out all wanton and arresting below me, green and purple and red and gold, a sprawl of hotel towers and residential lights. Tom Petty was on the radio, singing one of my favorite songs in existence, and for once the air was cool and silky and smelled almost clean.

And hanging over it all, just a handspan above the mountains, close enough that it might be in danger of spearing itself on the Stratosphere tower if it drifted a little east--was a fat, bashful, wonderful moon as big as my fist, gold as a ripe peach and looking like she desperately wanted somebody to kiss her and was far too shy to ask.

And now the sun's peeking over the mountain, and another day in the oven begins. Still, it was sure pretty while it lasted.

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In other news--from the "Department of Life Imitates Snark" (which is right next door to the Department of Redundancy Department, and also the Planning Depart-

-ment"):

US Officials call for UN observers in 2004 elections.

via nikkinewsnet

Of course, consider the source, and so forth.
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