Wish I were a poet, wish I could adequetly write the things in my heart, but I'll try:
Morning, driving home alone, acoustic "For Everyman" for company, up the canyon hill, lost in my thoughts.
Catch my breath, unparralled beauty, mountain on fire, no words, swallow hard, deeply feel the moment.
Fleeting. Autumn. Peace. Blessed am I.
2 comments:
Beautiful. This autumn has truly been spectacular.
Just lovely, Julie. I love how much joy nature brings you. I feel like I am easily elated by a beautiful day or scene, and I'm glad you are too. :)
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