skies like this reflect life.
beauty collides with darkness.
and if you don’t look quick, it’s gone.
starting the morning with a breathless barefoot jog out to the pasture to freeze a november moment in a photo gets me thinking about the fleeting nature of all we know…
and the cold ground against my feet, the chilly wind resisting me, the warm moisture in my eyes, my gratitude for such an intense display of dawn’s gorgeous canvas… mindful awareness of this ambush on my senses creates another kind of beauty.
go on… press into the rush of the day. but notice it.
and be grateful.