Sometimes, like yesterday’s late afternoon, I walk with head
and eyes turned up to sky. To an ever-changing
abstraction of cotton coated serene blues of bursting golden
highlights, in exhibition. As clouds drifted, not too fast, not too slow,
realization rested at I feel as I do about greens of summer, like clouds.
Displays are quick evolving transition——all but peak and float away:
bare, not bare, bare: welcoming warmer days is synonymously
goodbying. Great doses of beauty
in little frames of time. Sublime.
—
Jane
