i could sure use some louie right now. he was the first jazz trumpeter i ever loved. perhaps one of the best. i used to cry whenever they played that song. i don't know why, i just did.

outside, the sky is beautiful. cold grey slate turning to purple to bloodred to firey orange. "red sky in morning, sailors take warning." i miss sailing. living on the water. things sure aren't in very much of a hurry on the water. you take your time, you think. it is just you and life, you and nature. you get along, you have an agreement. not like things are today. the nights are beautiful cloudless; you see every star ever thrust into existance. your mind sprawls, tumbling along each constellation. night turns to day, and it is a veritable burst of color, like fireworks. like it is right now, except there isn't a power plant spewing smoke into the sky.

but my favorites are the sunsets. a sunset is so much wiser, more beautiful because it has experienced everything in its own absoultes. to watch it die, knowing it will be reborn the following morning, after the dance of stars.