There's something about the light
the movement
the canopy of white and pink
encasing the magical space between the Magnolia trees.
In there the world seems timeless
weightless
protected, and free.
In that space
troubles are distant
perfect moments expand beyond the horizon,
a pedal takes a year to float to the ground,
and everything is beautiful.
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Small moments can be easily overlooked. Grand phenomena disregarded without being fully understood. So here I am, reflecting, wondering, rambling, hopefully amusing, and unwinding to the world.
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