#130 – Apocalypso
Inspiration struck last night, as I gazed upon a nearly full moon, high in the southern sky, bright and burning a deep, dark orange. There are fires burning in Canada and the haze and smoke has been drifting south for days and days. Not beneficial if you want to see Montana’s famous blue skies, but the haze does lend an intense glow to the night sky beacons. And turns the rising sun into a deep, red ball of fire. Both last night, and again this morning, I was struck by the idea or concept of the apocalypse, and the melody and lyrics for Apocalypso drifted softly through my mind.