perfect sky
Got home after a hectic day. Could hear Paddy Pup barking a welcome from the house. Stood in the garden. Glanced up. The sky spread out like an ocean. Swirls of cloud edged gold and purple. My mind became still. At last I realised.
We can make the moments of beauty more real than the direst tragedies.
I let the moment flood through me.
We can make the moments of beauty more real than the direst tragedies.
I let the moment flood through me.
1 Comments:
As always Scrapper your discernment is sublime and your language atrocious.
James
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