“The setting sun threatened to consume me—it could have, you know. It would have been a beautiful death with an honorable eulogy: slain by a magnificent slice of piercing orange energy. I simply turned and walked away; I would live another day.” WritingNatureSunWriting ProcessOn Being A RatRural LivingDeath By Sun Book:On Being a Rat and Other Observations Source: On Being a Rat and Other Observations