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Sky Lines


The car was packed with groceries.

I was pushed for time.

And, for some reason, I paused.

Took a breath.

And, before I put the keys in the ignition, I looked up.

And, there, the gentlest of skies.

Soft yellows and blues, and feathery clouds of violet grey.

The end-of-day light painted on the sky.

And, that sight, that pause, that breath, they reminded me…

I can be in a hurry and anxious and worried, or I can pause and breathe and be surprised by beauty.