“At some point in life, the world’s beauty becomes enough. You don’t need to photograph, paint, or even remember it. It is enough.” — Toni Morrison
When I was little my Mother used to tell me, that whenever we had fog (Fog is a rare and beautiful thing here in the High Mountain Desert)
That a cloud came to Earth for a rest.
Saturday morning, we woke to a cloud sitting on our part of the Earth; resting.
From my world to your heart,