11-6-22

There was a short time this cloudy morning when the rising sun

passed through two separate levels of clouds.

The golden light illuminated a tree line just west of where I

was walking.

The colors of the sky and the barren trees held me to the moment.

The sunlight passed, the cloudiness remained, as did the beauty of place.

Moments of inspiration are very private, personal, and brief.

They are to teach us that we create nothing, we are part of everything.

We take our place, we have our time, and we are gone.

We are beautiful – Everything is beautiful.

The changing universe discovering itself.