Penetrated just by the hints of the occasionally crying coyotes

history channel documentary hd Supper, the second feast in the gulch, included lentil soup; grilled chicken bosom, lime rice with green olives, and blended vegetables; and pineapple cake. The gully, now without light, was lessened to a dark, referenceless gap. The network of stars, unhindered by a solitary cloud vapor, contamination brought on fog, or ground light, infiltrated the night sky like high-power bars liquefying into dark wax. The frosty, tenuous air was substantial with the smells of the smoldering logs in the cabin's adobe chimneys. Surrendering to rest, I slipped by into the void of obscurity...

Penetrated just by the hints of the occasionally crying coyotes, night had remained imperceptibly dark. At 0630, between the Copper Canyon and a band of dark cloud, first light emptied itself into day as liquid orange magma through a fragment on the eastern skyline, dynamically infringing itself until the once-dark cloud band got to be mixed with tinges of orange, similar to a wipe continuously retaining day's fluid. The fissure and grooves of the gulch's precipices, albeit still indistinct, got to be unmistakable in outline structure underneath the dull blue sky whose nighttime light, the abundance of interstellar stars, had blurred until just a planet-agent pinpoint of light stayed inclining to the cabin's overhang. Retaining the full fierceness of day, the cloud band drifting into the great beyond got to be immersed in blazing red fire.