Maybe it was the wood duck nestling save after my long day of errand running and snap shooting, perhaps the Emile Hirsch look-a-like at the pet store or my executive decision to buy the last bottle of Kombucha figuring this flavor must be top dog. Today was…smooth. Kinda like the feeling when you hop into a freshly washed freshly made bed.
I find it high and time to acknowledge days where my thoughts, like balloons, float. No rough wind to manipulate the direction, no branches to obstruct my flow. I rolled through the day, green lights and all. I passed a mailbox with vines and growth all about it and noticed only one red bloom, extending it’s bright beautiful life for me to capture.
She was meant to shine at just the right moment.