Let’s keep going/the tank's half full.
N'Orleans is just past the horizon,
through the delta, a midnight's spell;
you hear it, smell it before you see
it's glow fading the stars of heaven.
Do you feel it? God is closest here.
Tomorrow we will walk beside her.
But tonight we will have each other.
The tank is half full, and anywhere
is only one deep, sultry breath away.
Let's keep going through the night
and the dawn will meet us halfway.
Top: Sunset over the Big Easy, from across lake Pontchartrain. Skylines can talk, and this one says to enjoy this place while we still have it. Coastal cities that lie mostly below sea level are in one hell of a precarious place in this carbon crazy age.
Bottom: The Milky Way at sunrise. Obviously, this one was taken well away from any big city lights. Stars like grains of sand on the beach, a spiral arm of our galaxy about 30,000 light years in length, cutting diagonally down and to the right. Majestic. We are a speck of dust on the cog of a great wheel, but like any dust we will leave our mark before the final sunset.