it only lasted for two, three minutes tops. a beautifully sculpted maze of orange, red, and blue. crafted, almost mechanical. definitely not random like miro, or unprevoked like pollack. maybe a bit of melancholy - light orange melancholy, kind of like monet.

i love sunsets. i love sunsets within the backdrop of the golden gate bridge. they're so damn gorgeous. and it relaxes me, regardless of what mood i'm in, what pain is hitting me, what bittersweet cynicism i feel at the moment.

i'll always be a so cal girl (god that sounds banal) but i have to say, the sun setting behind the golden gate bridge might just give sun sets along the pch a run for their money.