Summers skies just out of touching distance.
On the way to the bus, there are roses.
Evening sky from my room.
Summer shower, wet towel.
Double rainbow from the room I grew up in.
A couple, resting.
“We met at the bus stop on Sunday and you helped me on my journey. I was too shy to say I think you are the most beautiful person I’ve ever met. Can we speak again? M”
At my father’s church.
Burnt grass on my walk home.