By Nick Ensign
***NOW***
I strode outside the prison entrance, towards my car, just as the lower rim of the sun touched the distant mountains. Evening, and I was off shift for 3 days. I stopped for a moment to watch the sun. In the California desert, the sun’s light ripples through the bands of rising heat. At this time, the cusp of evening, it is a fiery orange ball. I never get tired of this display. The sun may be doomed to repeat this performance for billions of years, but it is the most glorious sentence ever.
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