Red Sunset

The best thing about a humid day in the middle of summer is that it's nightfall and nearly done. Unexpected reward somes, however, in the form of the fire ball sun. Tonight, the last threads of cloud lingered on the western horizon, where the chariot of Apollo disappears behind the low, level sod of the plowed Oklahoma fields. Our nights here are bright well into bedtime, when good student aviators ought to be asleep. Morning awaits; little bombers wait to be flown out of their bunks into the hazy blue light of day to test the patience and perseverance in the hand of a man.