The steaks are grilling over a bed of glowing embers. I run in to my parents' house to make a protein shake for my brother. A glass of milk and two scoops of chocolate whey protein. A quick spin of the blades of the blender, into the glass it's poured, and then I set it into the fridge to wait until I serve it to him with his steak. Back outside to the steaks I dash. They're not quite done and so I instinctively reach for my glass of wine. As I raise it up to my lips, I pause and take notice of what's in front of me. The planet Venus shines next to a thin sliver of the moon about 70 degrees above the orange setting sun set against the dark blue of the coming night. Not quite day. Not quite night. In between. A bridge between future and past. The fine line of living.
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