Defying gravity they reflect and hold the world around them, the entirety of the sky, the colors of the earth and the fleeting moments of life that pass by.
The damp sea air is fresh and cool on my skin. It tastes of salt and creates tiny droplets of dew that glitter in my hair.
We all have a story. Whether you write it for yourself or allow it to be written for you is a choice we all must make.
Standing on the rim of the Grand Canyon is like standing on the edge of the world and seeing the story of its creation unfold before your eyes.
Softly from the silence came an inner voice with a simple question, “What’s next?”
There are so many in the world, like yourself, that would enjoy a little laughter or perhaps find some comfort and insight.
The fading sun softly outlined her form with a delicate glow. A solitary tear emerged in the corner of her eye.