Clear view of sunset

with a looming sense of poppies on the horizon.  Tell me, are you just waking up or are you beginning to dream.  The first line of a novel is waiting to hear from you.   

Night and light --

including solar -- are fine, collaborative painters.  

 

Sunset striking Mt Diablo

 One can hope for the best -- again.  Probably a good idea to skip the evening news.  

Of course,

Cohen's "Bird on a Wire" comes to mind.  I'm thinking of this dove as a dangling particle in a much too cumbersome sentence.  
 

Separation

Mind the spines.  The fruit is so luscious, worth the risk of being impaled.  

 

At night the stars come out

to greet the moon.  All is well.  Or seemingly so.

 

These are no roses

 Do not smell them.  However, from a measured distance they are so easy to fall in love with.