It’s begins in total darkness.
Light creeps through the trees.
Peering over its tips. Soft and subtle.
Everything seems to grow.
Grow in color. Grow in life.
The air becomes heavy with humidity.
And then she BURSTs forth.
Light running wild across the field.
Clouds held in her grasp.
Lavender and apricot.
Swirling, mingling, delighting our hearts.
( A cold cup of coffee at my feet nearly neglected. Pictures of fog engulfing tire swings and wooded backdrops captured my heart. Every beat woven with the contentment of beauty.)
The blue moon sinking behind silhouetted tree’s. Goodbye 22 Hello 23.