"The earth has its music for those who will listen." -- Reginald Holmes

I find that nature likes to impress us with its original beauty at the most random times. We live day to day almost without ever noticing the environment around us. Yet there are those times when you're driving just as the sun is setting, and its rays mix with the clouds to make a picturesque landscape; suddenly it seems as if the whole world slows for just a moment to take in every hue of light and color in the sky. Within these moments I find there are stories to be told.

When the sky was yellow.

As I traveled the road ahead of me.

Life suspended midair.

They loomed like giants.

Into the depths.

My soul rages.

The tears frozen.

The world drifting.

The ghost of day.

Leaving it behind me.

A new experience.

Everything rushing.

Wide open dreams.

The world can hardly be captured in a picture. If it could, the stories would end. However, the world will keep spinning, the stories will continue being told, and the pictures will retain only a fragment of the beauty of creation.