Oftentimes when I walk, I chuckle, but lately, the tears are rolling down my cheeks.…
I watch from my solitary place as the clouds dance freely about the sky.
Wondering at the mystery behind it all.
Where does the wind come from that the clouds find their dance?
Beautiful shadows that change by moments.
Later, at home, there is a different quiet.
The night approaches.
She wraps her aura around all who see and those yet to see.
She has no favorites, only particular fondness for those that watch her
It is never the same.
The moon rises once again to show herself.
Bare, in magnificent fullness this night again.
Oh, I pray this quiet vision will follow us all into the next chapter, stirring the vision into a new reality.