Category: Sunset
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Perpetual Motion
Standing on this island, I feel the perpetual motion of things—the tides, birds, seals, fish, shoreline, even myself. It seems to me that the task of the unfinished woman is to acknowledge her life as a work in progress, allowing each passage, evolution, experience to offer wisdom for the soul. A Year By The Sea…
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Light – Fifty Word Story
She had lost track of how much time had lapsed since the days spent watching the clock under office lights were traded for days gazing at the magical light of nature. The evening traffic and taillights were replaced with the mellow mood of dusk and pastel puddles of fading light.
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Summer In February
It was a beautiful summer weekend with blue skies, sunshine, and record-setting warm temperatures. The only indication that it was actually February, and not June, was the frozen lakes. While I did not see any people laying out in the sun, only swans, the parks were full of bike riders and walkers in shorts and…
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Nature’s Picture Window
All spiritual life begins with a sense of wonder, and nature is a window into that wonder. Richard Louv
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A Daily Transition
Your life is a story of transition. You are always leaving one chapter behind while moving on to the next. unknown
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A Snow Moon, A Sunset, A Duck and A Bad Attitude
The evening started with a beautiful sunset and accidentally finding a great spot for capturing the moon when we parked the car down the street from the restaurant we chose for dinner. Unfortunately, the spot provided a limited view of the sunset in the distance and while we were eating dinner someone stole the moon.…
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Smoldering
The phony smile remained fixed throughout the evening as she stationed herself near the french doors with a view of Lake Michigan and the grandfather clock across the room. Each chime of the clock corresponded with a tightening grip on her wine glass, which seemed moments away from shattering. The endless glass of Merlot and…
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Return Journey
We shall not cease from exploration And the end of all our exploring Will be to arrive where we started And know the place for the first time. T. S. Eliot (Four Quartets)
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