it's not a day yet

[aruan]

the sky above flushing in the faintest hint of rosy pink as the sun just kisses the horizon line, promising good things for it's wait. the air is thick and musky around me, and i can't help but think that the moon's satisfied smirk is anything but a hint as to the cause. a quiet evening, like the day's sigh as it gets used to the overtime it'll be putting in for the next five months. i exchange a silent, knowing glace with the pearly white grin of a crescent above and in the next breath offer myself up as an offering to the Chemistry Powers That Be. with my luck though, they probably wouldn't be interested. ::smirk::