Friday morning walk
Free writes and neighborhood snaps
Some short free writes inspired by this past Friday.
The way the light shine through the trees reminds me of a portal, opening to something more than we know to be right in front of us, yet the power lines soak in the reality of it all. It is not some unearthly existence, it’s just the way the leftover humidity greets the coolness of Fall.
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