There was not enough room in my eyes to behold the Grand Canyon, my mouth dropped open and I remained, color, light, formation the Divine must have been in a great mood that Day!
and then there is my morning glories crawling all over the barn gate and the big fat bumblebee that came so close to my face, while I hummed and plant my marigolds I had to write a story about it. the dragonfly that landed on my laptop, that we never see the same sunset or sunrise...
the fields of golden black wheat grass gently swaying on a early summer evening in Sardinia, sheep's bell softly clanging in the distance, a horse tethered and the majestic mountain resting to night illuminated by a setting sun...and me sitting on the dry grass in the foreground, eating a fig and just being grate full...
