Golden Hour

Heading towards home, I catch a glimpse of the waning sun through my sideview mirror and stop to take a photo. Then the sun poses just behind the trees, and offers me a second glance of golden glory.

For Weekend Sky

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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

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