It is 7:52am. I am tucked into my morning sofa, where I read and write. Second coffee. Brain and soul uncluttered. I looked up. An idyllic landscape, ascending towards the sky with definite but imperceptible stepped tiers. It is full of hills, homes, and greenery to fill in anywhere that was missing some life or some natural reprieve from the human.
On The Changing Faces of the Morning Sky
On The Changing Faces of the Morning Sky
On The Changing Faces of the Morning Sky
It is 7:52am. I am tucked into my morning sofa, where I read and write. Second coffee. Brain and soul uncluttered. I looked up. An idyllic landscape, ascending towards the sky with definite but imperceptible stepped tiers. It is full of hills, homes, and greenery to fill in anywhere that was missing some life or some natural reprieve from the human.