I can't allow the foggy morning to effect me. When I pass the fields covered in mist it changes my morning drive. I want to stop and be carried off by the artistry on display, but I can't. When the sun is setting behind the clouds and the view outside my window doesn't look like usual. I want to stop the sun until I've had my fill, but I can't. When the night sky looks dark blue I want it to last forever, but I can't make it happen. I realize I don't know best, when my senses react to subtleties.
It's not what you think it's what you believe. Patricia '96
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