The command fulfilled, at least in part, I stand looking up at the heavens above while Sol wheels slowly into that long, dark night. Magician of Oz has done well so far.
A bat swoops effortlessly to and fro, seeking out his prey. Dragonflies whiz by, unaware of the impending doom that awaits them from above.
The sound of crickets fills the evening twilight as fireflies blink in the distance. What message do they carry in their blinking lights? Perhaps a message from Her Majesty, Princess Ozma?
Off in the distance, a train whistle pierces the silence. Its haunting refrain calls to all who long for escape.
Beyond, clouds spread rays of deep red sunlight into the deep, dark twilight as Sol takes on its bright pumpkin glow. The horizon reaches up to steal it away from our eyes and our hearts.
The sounds of Nature overwhelm me as the dusk of evening twilight grows deeper into shades of azure blue.
Off in the far distance to my back, the Moon rises majestically over fields of dark green, it's own pumpkin glow a mere shadow of its heavenly companion to the West. Its first quarter phase hints at the glory to come.
Soon, the call will sound and I return to Oz and report of my progress in the Great Outside. Will she be pleased at the progress of Magician of Oz?
I think so....
James C. Wallace II
Royal Liaison to Princess Ozma
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