clayewi

Each day I try to contemplate one thing of beauty. It can come from anywhere; the color of the sky at sunset, a tree observed on the way to work, a view of the lake or less likely places such as the sound of the train in the distance as heard from my office. [...]

grey sky breaks away now above the clouds now soaring this, the flight (to you) skies are always clear if you stay above the clouds they call it falling sun distracts my eyes from the sweetness of your smile close my eyes now, dream crayon clouds above in a grey blue crayon sky downpour [...]