Sometimes
When the storm clouds race
Across a pale blue sky
And the sun streams in between them
Nothing matters
But the clouds
And the sky
And the sun
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4 comments:
I recnetly have been doing some floating. Bought an inflatble kayak (not a pool toy type) and took it to a lake. after paddling around for a while I laid back, looked at the sky and just let the wind blow me wherever. It was great! Not as poetic as you but great anyhow!
My growing ivory belly hasn't had that much sun in years!
I've been appreciating nature on deeper levels lately. It's nice.
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