Friday, October 16, 2009


As the orange disk of the sun sunk below the mountains, the sky began to fade. When the color was finally gone all that was left before me was the bleak tan haze and the power lines and the dirty buildings and the garbage. When the sky is glorious, you hardly notice these things. It is almost as if they don’t exist because your whole focus is centered on the rainbow beauty before me.


Little Lamb in His Splendor said...

Wow, great poetic description!
I've found that to be so true as well. "Keep your eyes on the goal," they say. And it works.

Anonymous said...

Catching up on your blog today... thanks for the good reminder :)