I was walking through the woods and came out of the tree line near a stream.
It was dark,
I was cold,
It didn’t matter.
Sun was coming up and it reminded me of the splendor you felt as a child when the vibrant colors of the sky returned after a 48 hour whiteout snow fall.
Wanted to bottle that feeling up in a mason jar and spread it right across all the far stretches and corners of the galaxy.
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