This sounds like the title of a dime store Western, but it actually describes my commute to work this morning. Pink, grey, and purple swirls across a frozen sky, a lone coyote trotting along the prairie-between-the-suburbs towards the woods. His morning commute. I wouldn't mind trading offices with him.
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