Photo by Gabriel Hohol on Pexels.com Mist in the Darkness The road ahead is hidden from sight dancing beyond low-hanging clouds our lights do nothing to illuminate the way bouncing back to us against the darkness we travel alone cloaked from sight life in parallel solitude facing mist in the darkness on our own each … Continue reading Mist in the Darkness
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Washed Away
The roads gleam all dirt washed away as the city sleeps without lights to hold back the darkness the storm breaks over and around the city clearing everything out as it makes room for new seasons - Caroline A. Slee
Rambles #MondayBlogs
New trails call us and we roam freely striding out into bounty forests or deserts or seaside sands our rambles lead us home point us in our new direction when the beaten path no longer holds appeal - Caroline A. Slee
Into the Wind
We set our prow into the wind setting fast against the storm riding every wave glimpsing sky between towering walls battened down and tied in committed to the journey no matter our fear - Caroline A. Slee
Spice and Shift
Even the air carried a new scent as the wild in us returns ready to run the woods and howl at the moon in season shift and autumn’s energy - Caroline A. Slee
Santa Anas Rising
The night winds rise coming in hot carrying the fire of the desert sun the Santa Anas are rising to promise season’s change a blast of heat and desert dry carried on their breath - Caroline A. Slee
Breaking Autumn #MondayBlogs
Somewhere the leaves turn dancing before rain burnished by the wind copper beneath the sky Somewhere the winds shift bringing down an arctic chill cooling a planet on fire moving us into transition Somewhere is another me parallel to this life in the here and now donning a sweater against the dawn as autumn breaks … Continue reading Breaking Autumn #MondayBlogs
Treasures
Around the corner or cast upon a far shore treasures wait for our weary eyes to uncover them - Caroline A. Slee
Lasting
Eventually we shall disappear our monuments our roads our almighty infrastructure our footsteps shall be wiped away a clean slate as Earth reclaims her own the sand and the seas crowd in upon us taking back the spaces that belong to them they make the only lasting mark nature laughs at the folly of humanity … Continue reading Lasting
Sunfire #MondayBlogs
The sky burns summer steadfast wilting our green drying every surface leaving us desiccated seeking the mirages - Caroline A. Slee