i can't get over how beautiful miami is in winter

i'm driving south on red road around 6 pm. i am slightly woozy because my friend r. and i have drunk two bottles of champagne between 12 and 3, sitting out on her front lawn in the hot sun. as i drive south on the very fabulous red road (designated scenic by the benevolent and beauty-minded county of miami-dade) i think about this drawing i'm going to make. i'm going to use pastels, chalk pastels, not the kind you use on blackboards or on sidewalks, but a really thick and smooth kind of chalk, one that doesn't leave dusty residue but also one that doesn't have a hint, not even a suggestion, of grease.

for the sky i'll use an intense blue, just like the shirt i got s. once and which he calls his habonim shirt because it is the color habonim kids wear. just below that blue i'll put a luminous light blue, like the pale blue of this kid danny's eyes, so clear you feel self-conscious staring into them, almost transparent. under that i'll use the palest of oranges, the orange of hard-boiled egg yoke. the sky will be huge and backlit, and it will hurt with longing to look at it too long. in the sky i'll put exactly two stars, very very bright.

for the houses i'll use a charcoal gray chalk pastel. i'll lay on the chalk really thick so it will look almost black. this almost uniform and dense blackness will be broken by startling lights coming from windows, streetlights, colored shop signs, traffic signals, and the cars that share the road with me. for all these lights, i'll use charcoal pastels as vibrant as glass.

i'll make the drawing very fast, because miami's sunset is over in a minute and the next minute you are at home, parking your car, in the thickening dusk.