Sunday Secret

very oftenVery often, it’s the sky that reminds me that my worries and troubles are nothing to be concerned about. Looking up—at the colors and hues and expanse, I recoil in the face of my tiny anxieties. If I could wrangle that grandeur, that magnificent gloriousness, I’d most definitely forget all my little foibles and idiosyncrasies and I’d burst forward like a sunset that leaves everyone breathless and I’d leave all the lonely grievances behind and I’d float away on a magenta cloud, weightless and determined.

Try Not To Sweat The Grey Stuff,
Mister Master Rainbow Society

2 Comments on "Sunday Secret"

  1. PJ says:

    Yes, so one would think, wouldn’t one?

  2. Catalyst says:

    That’s a beautiful photo.