Stop and smell the roses
Stop and smell the roses
A hazy end of the day
when dusk announces the nocturnal colours
under the wings of the plane, the cities and mountains sporadically show themselves.
Above the wing of the plane, a play of light that changes every colour.
Gratitude fills me up.
Mondays
When we look at the night sky and consider how long it takes for the light from a star to reach our retina, the image we see is that of decades or centuries ago and not the present. I’ve always been a nocturnal creature, since daytime makes me hyper, never able to settle down but ready to move from one place to another. Nighttime calms me, allowing time for my mind to rearrange thoughts and visuals collected over the day. The introvert that I am craves moments like that.
