Clarity of mind

The usual journey to work, but this time, eyes drawn to the
sun rising, orange glow dispersing amongst the fluffy clouds,
making patterns in the sky.

 Momentarily, breath taken away,
A tremendous, glorious start to the day.

3 and a half weeks in. Moments like this morning making it all worthwhile.







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  1. Ainsobriety22 November 2017 at 17:14

    Yes! Those are the moments that remind us we are on the right path.
    Anne

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