If there was ever such thing as heaven, this comes close. Breathe…
Come alive. Live. Close your eyes and let be. Unwind. Travel.
Let yourself be transported. Your mind journey. Your soul free. Inhale.
Gaze at tomorrow. Dream. Still. Chill. Praise. Celebrate.
Say hello to today. Tomorrow. Whatever. Just be.
Say Amen!
Thank you João Melo Sereno. Thank you for this amazing illustrious photo. It just made my Saturday.
Someone once asked me, why are you always taking pictures of clouds. Simple because I love to look up there, penetrate the mystery behind the lenses and just gaze. It gives me joy, serenity, quietness that conspicuously cascades into the gauze of my soul and let me be.
Let me tell you about clouds. They never talk back to you; oh well, they thunder sometimes when they are mad but who doesn’t? It is the nature of the beast. They enjoy putting on a show. They are constantly on the go, in perpetual metamorphosis, transporting you into a state of being. They always tell you a story, continuously, in bundles, in perfect harmony. Listen to whatever they might be telling you. Track it. Dissect it. Contemplate on what you have coming your way and dispose of it accordingly. Yes, it is just a cloud, I know but it tells you a story, one floating vapor at a time.
The sunset just as the sunrise tickles me. I find it pure, dramatic, mystical and artistic. As the sun begins to sail, it let’s my mind wonder, calling out the morning light, embracing the singing colors on the horizon, the sweet taste of blackberries. It let’s my mind be creative as I sketch the picture perfect moon. Listening to the song of the crickets on the hills, I relish; dancing to the sound of the wind blowing, I close my eyes and let down my hair inhaling the air, daydreaming, I fantasy. I fantasy with here and there, now and tomorrow, what will and what is, the abstruseness of the innocence. I do. I fantasy, fancying that misty smile and an exterior louder then my voice, the tired and sweaty sunsets, caressing innocent children frolicking in the night while smiling at the moon. Yes, it is summer after all when the sunset is charming and the moon is a spitting distance away.
ludlum drive 
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