"Tentacle, Dutchman, drives French" (Tentacle)
11/25/2014 at 07:30 • Filed to: None
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"Tentacle, Dutchman, drives French" (Tentacle)
11/25/2014 at 07:30 • Filed to: None | 1
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Just look at that golden light from the sun pouring over the horizon, as she slowly wakes up. See it peeking through thin clouds, as she picks her colors from a palette of oranges, pinks and yellows.
Playfully she uses the reflection in a still pond to send you more of her morning warmth, welcome as it is because the temperature dipped below freezing during the night she just gently shoo'ed away.
The remaining whisps of mist take on the white-and-faintly-yellow hue of platina, floating a few feet above frosted grasslands. Not quite silver, not quite gold. The thin clouds slowly make their retreat, the tiny water droplets that make them up evaporating into the morning air.
The hues subtly shift, reds turn orange, oranges turn yellow, yellows turn blond, and then white. The big fusion reactor that powers everything living, nearly 150 million km away yet powerful enough to warm us, rises slowly higher above our horizon. Higher and higher she climbs...
Finally she's high enough over the horizon so that I can use my car sun visor!
Seriously. Twice a year my morning commute seems to drive me nearly straight into the sun. Just peering over the horizon right at the time I sit in my car, SMACK in my field of view, yet too low to be able to use the car sun visor.
thebigbossyboss
> Tentacle, Dutchman, drives French
11/25/2014 at 07:33 |
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Know that feeling, used to commute from the west to the east. Late fall it's like death. Then it got wouldn't rise till after I went and was fine.
OPPOsaurus WRX
> Tentacle, Dutchman, drives French
11/25/2014 at 08:03 |
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I get it four times a year. my commute is east in the morning and west in the afternoon. so I get it both ways. Then we screw with the clocks and I go thru it all over again a couple weeks later.
spanfucker retire bitch
> Tentacle, Dutchman, drives French
11/25/2014 at 08:08 |
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Yesterday gave me a real interesting commute home. The sun was behind me, in front me were storm clouds and the roads were soaked, and nice and reflective. I was blinded by my own mirrors as the sun reflected off the roads and into my side and rear view mirrors.
Imagine someone with brights on behind you at night, except it's not some douche in a Bro-truck, it's the fucking sun.
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Tentacle, Dutchman, drives French
> spanfucker retire bitch
11/25/2014 at 13:30 |
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I've had that very same thing once. At a section of road where I had to change lanes to get to an exit.
Changing lanes in a complete bright-out, that's scary.
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Tentacle, Dutchman, drives French
> OPPOsaurus WRX
11/25/2014 at 13:35 |
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I escaped that quadruple situation. Sun rise was timed in such a way that the visor could (barely) block the rising sun. Clock change, and BAM, I'm staring straight into her for a while.
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spanfucker retire bitch
> Tentacle, Dutchman, drives French
11/25/2014 at 13:43 |
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I was merging during that! My mirrors were utterly useless. I was scared witless.