Passing On The Light.

Passing On The Light…

It’s lovely here, sitting in my car with the window down slightly, so as not to drown out the sounds.

The breeze is cold, but the sun is warm, and there’s this happy little bird chirping incessantly.

The traffic sounds hold a far away quality, even when someone drives close by. Somehow it seems awash with the promise of something fresh and renewed.

candle glow in the dark

Perhaps it’s going to rain, I think,

And without obvious reason, I remember the man…

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