Western sky show

Come, my darling, take your rum dinger and let’s go. 

Where? 

Outside on the bench and watch the show. Come on, lets’ go. 

There is no color in the sky. Nothing to recommend watching. A cloud comes by and dumps right on us. The little dog is terrified. She doesn’t like storms, doesn’t like thunder, doesn’t like lightning. She is shaking with fear inside my shirt. There is lightening all around, and that’s something to watch. We see the cloud get heavy with water, come forward and dump right on us and move out. 

The camera stopped clicking. The battery ran out of juice half way. 

It’s a good place to stop. Instead the battery is switched out. The second half is its own video. It holds all that I’ve asked for. This is my quest fulfilled. This is what I want so much to show. The file is slowed down in that area so it doesn't zip by too fast. Right off the bat after the fresh battery the entire sky goes pure gold. The hardest hue to hold we are told. Then purple. Then blue and pink. Dramatic hues that cannot stay around either. The immediate cloud darkens and swirls and dumps right on us again and moves on again. 

*bring bring* Hello? It’s John Ford, he wants to talk to you about matt backgrounds or something.” 

I’m busy!

*bring bring* Hello? It’s Frederic Remington, he wants to look at your series.” 

I’m busy!

*bring bring* Hello? It’s Maxfield Parish, he wants to come over to talk and compare notes.” 

Shut that thing off. The blender jug is in the freezer.

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