
The horizon swells,
an orange in its belly;
setting summer sun.

The horizon swells,
an orange in its belly;
setting summer sun.

Vibrantly orange
leaping ahead of our plane,
ghost cloud leads the way.

Decked up and ready,
primed to take the storms head on—
pilot grabs the mic.

Light is upon us:
desperate to stay awake,
sun and moon tangle.

Dark clouds amassing:
surfers moan and tourists groan;
storm chasers rejoice.