On the drive back to Ohio from New York, the sunset seemed to last for hours. All of Pennsylvania was awash with oranges and reds and yellows. Summer sun colors.
Sitting in the back seat, I thought about how heading west was an American tradition. How odd it would be to watch the sun rise for this long. Mornings are never as desperate. We always want to extend the day right at the very end, to make the last rays of light reach as far as they possibly can.
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