The sky was on fire
When I walked to the mill
To take up the slack in the line
I thought of my friends
And the troubles they’ve had
To keep me from thinking of mine
Don’t let us get sick
Don’t let us get old
Don’t let us get stupid, all right?
Just make us be brave
And make us play nice
And let us be together tonight
Ailsa choose sky.
You didn’t think I could let sky go with only one shot, did you?
A different view of the Saugerties‘ sunset then I have shown before…
Some other views from Ailsa’s theme: