Desert storm, evening sky alive. No stars to shine this night. No awakening. No event to cast a shadow on perfection. Cool, calm content. No light to shine, none but that of the half shadow moon trying to escape the confines of the clouds and evade the coming morning. No dark thoughts, no dark spots can disturb this majesty of such serene display. what savagery in its beauty, To fall on the winds of this coming night. For the wind is their mistress and there is much lacking in their love. Desert evening thunder-shower will this night not miss the desert flower. for in the morn, the sun shall rise to reclaim the day it lost to the night the day before. Every night the death of day, every day the eventual death of the evening. An unbroken Circle of complexity and grandeur and speaks to the sound and wisdom of the ages.