(Photo taken by me)

So many vibrant pedals were cascading down from overhead that you could have swore it was blizzarding Frosty’s unresolved dandruff particles in mid-Winter still.

Grass blades moved to and fro in the afternoon wind, like naked rocker groupie arms swaying disposable lighters around at a live concert.

Nature holds a striking resemblance to music and I never realized it until just this very minute.

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