The fog spread like wings over the steamy mountains and the valleys of the Blue Ridge Parkway and I wished I could look at the site forever. As quickly as the thought came, it evaporated like the tendrils of lifting fog. Should I see only this view every day I would never see the others I love so much, the sun rising over the ocean, the sparkling eyes of my boys as they hand me flowers on Mother’s Day, my friend’s smiling face over her cup of coffee, the swirling colors of a dusty, neon Arizona moon.
Living with Practical Purpose
Living with Practical Purpose
Living with Practical Purpose
The fog spread like wings over the steamy mountains and the valleys of the Blue Ridge Parkway and I wished I could look at the site forever. As quickly as the thought came, it evaporated like the tendrils of lifting fog. Should I see only this view every day I would never see the others I love so much, the sun rising over the ocean, the sparkling eyes of my boys as they hand me flowers on Mother’s Day, my friend’s smiling face over her cup of coffee, the swirling colors of a dusty, neon Arizona moon.