Blushing peach and rose, the bright-eyed sky reminds me of oversized, mid-80s, women’s sunglasses – white zinfandel chilling in the fridge. Clear crisp and translucent cool, the sparkling light graces the tops of morning trees warming red and gold. These are the colors I’ve been missing, the air I’ve longed to breath.
TurtleSloth
Slow Meanderings
