Friday, July 17, 2015

Mine in passing

I'm mesmerized by the swirl of clouds above. Sucked in by their pull, in wonder as the sun peeks out and lights up the whole area, touching the tips of the trees, and lining the clouds in gold. Turning the mountains into patterns of shadow and light and texture. This touch from above, mine in passing.

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