When a metropolis becomes bleak and blurry, stop and smell the roses…
If you think about it, colors reflecting off rain make you reflect…
A little more optimistic, this one, but then you start to ruminate about how short and sweet life is. Enjoy the sweet morn’ filled with a billion breaths. After that, it’s all over.
Yeah. I self-medicate with lighthouse pictures. It could be worse.
That lighthouse owns the coastline
What more could you ask for?
A Sun smothered lawn
There nature was
Being very symmetrical
Symmetry was a force to be reckoned with
When one side dragged its heels
The other picked up the slack
That fine day was no exception
And in a blink all of the symmetrical things came together
As amorphous greens and blues
Despite the blurriness
Symmetry was still seething
Beneath it all