I was struck by the rabid clutter of the gorgeous moment.  A beautiful sunset behind dormant trees, a lot with a trailer of pallets and a vaguely creepy RV in what is clearly a commercially zoned lot, a piece of dead wood hanging from a telephone wire, on the horizon a ragged edged palm tree, as if we are standing in a border town between Eden and the land of toil, labor, and gnashing of teeth.  Which I guess is all of existence in a way.