Burners began to return last night -- they brought the dawn with them.

Last night, I strolled through the fog. The sulfur lights, orange and aching to be gazed upon, were made ethereal by the fog's diffusion.

I removed my sneakers, already sans socks, and slowly walked through the wet grass. It was pleasant.

Moments of perfectly arranged light.

I want some of you to know, I heard your <33’s on the playa.

PS. My deepest condolences to those affected by this year's suicide. RIP.

PPS. Check it, posts will appear (on days that I feel like it) @ 11:01 or 1:11, dusk or dawn. Much love.