The seconds meandered by.
The clouds drifted by.
The setting sun's colors changed as brush strokes on a canvas.
The blades of grass sharpened.
A puppy nibbled at me.
Moral of the Story: The beauty and grace of the sky were balm for the soul.
5.28.2015
Watching the Skies Go By
The seconds meandered by.
The clouds drifted by.
The setting sun's colors changed as brush strokes on a canvas.
The blades of grass sharpened.
A puppy nibbled at me.
Moral of the Story: The beauty and grace of the sky were balm for the soul.
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