silver

Sometimes right before the rains come, the light turns silver, the sky is grey blue, turning water into smoke and you can smell the clouds…yellows glisten gold and I feel an earthen and ancient pull to step outside and run barefooted and free…

Autumn LakeAutumn Lake 2

 

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