5 January 2013
Sunrise. Morning, starting fresh. Dew drop crystals on the grass. Gold seems to fade to yellow. Grass is green and bright. Sudden tired dreaminess. Sinking sun turns orange. Light floats above the horizon. The boat is sailing from the port. Beacons in the distance. A smile in the sky. Goodnight, says the sun. Sunset.
((Thank you for stumbling around with me in my tired fog. I need to unclog my head, and this seemed the way to do it!))
Days Gone By • Opuss № I