What better way to end my day after wakeboarding on a smooth-as-glass lake than to cruise at seventy miles per hour with every window down?
The sun is in the perfect position - low, golden as it falls further and further through the atmosphere. Each second rotating the earth a few hundred miles further than it was before until it topsy-turveys my side of the world away from the light.
The wind is rolling in cool-warm air all 'round me - I'm still soaked through with lakewater.
Not for long.
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