Dusty...

Is how I would describe the fading colors of the sun in the sky as I make my way across the barren desert between los angeles and las vegas.. The sun has already tucked itself behind the horizon and the remaining rays light up the sky in ambers, pinks and coppers. Above my head the indigo color is not marred by a single cloud.

A car passes to my left with a swiftness I equate to 100 miles an hour. In the time its taken to write that sentence, its already disappeared over the ridge ahead.. I'm driving with my knee and a yawn engulfs my face as I try to enjoy natures beauty all the while trying to stay awake..