Driving through Woods on a Weekday Morning

[clarentine]

Yesterday, my commute gave me the complicated lace of branch tips stark against a salmon-pink winter sky.

Today, it was a pod of whales swimming ponderously across a sky gone just pale with the coming dawn.

Whenever I feel down, or overwhelmed, the remedy is always there waiting for me. I just have to remember to step outside my head, quiet my thoughts, and really see.

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[mnfaure.livejournal.com]

I feel exactly this way sometimes.