(Photo taken by me)
The light from the sun hit a spot so fine on the clouds and trees, it almost felt as if some mural had fleshed out its colorful own pieces across the sky. It’s easy to not move, to simply be and see when the finer moments are so grand and optimal, and the afternoon led us through a moment of whimsy with repetition and cloud wandering kindness.
Looking for a new read? Take the car out for a moonlit drive 🌙 , roll the windows down 🚗 , crank up the jukebox oldies 🎵 , and check out my debut poetry collection Strange Cars in the Night on Amazon today.
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