On my bike road home, the sun set like a fat, fluorescent grapefruit, turning the surrounding sky flamingo pink.
One of my absolute, all time favorite repeated moments in life was driving in the car with M on the weekends in California. Seems ridiculous now in the current gas price climate. But we'd take to the road in her SUV and drive the long and twisty highways through the mountains and forest, out to the ocean and back again.
One particular road we sometimes took, covered a narrow path through a deeply wooded area with large, expensive homes tucked away out of sight. Near the end of this, before we curved onto a wider road, was a house with, I shit you not (who even came up with that term and what does it mean?), hundreds of plastic pink flamingos in their expansive front yard. It always tickled us (....wait for it....) pink.
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