looking through my windows,
nice clouds drifting—
not that common in California
a mountain of them
nice clouds drifting—
not that common in California
a mountain of them
the mountains and the clouds intermingle
a little bit of mist
not sunny, but bright, colorful
a vibrance from the sky—
blue, white, azure
a little bit of mist
not sunny, but bright, colorful
a vibrance from the sky—
blue, white, azure
below the mountains, the world in layers
brown earth, green trees
then the city begins
brown earth, green trees
then the city begins
I see it all from my couch.
it is nice as it is
nice for what it could be
nice for what it could have been
nice for what it could be
nice for what it could have been
every possibility holds its own beauty
a reason to be grateful
a reason to be grateful
written on couch